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Last Orders ring

Leaving time

The night’s not finished ‘cos you’re not mine

Or I’m not done

Making fun

out of anything

Or anyone

Everyone needs someone to call on call on

When it goes wrong

I’ve lost my head and I’ve lost my way

My GPS is faulty

Now the lights are on and there’s no-one home

The candle flickers slowly

But you don’t find love on a Friday night

You can’t stop me from feeling alright

You want a Sunday type of love

Then you’ll have to try

Taxi time, none to be seen

But I’ll always walk home, walk home walk home

If you’re with me

We’ll outrun the past

Quite fancy the present

I’m using the future as an anti-depressant

I lost my head and I’ve lost my way

My GPS was faulty

Now the lights are on and there’s no-one home

The candle flickers slowly

But you don’t find love on a Friday night.

You can’t stop me from feeling alright

You want a Sunday type of love

Then you’ll have to try

Forget the chit chat

Ignore the riff raff

Get your book bag and go

Forget the chit chat

Ignore the riff raff

Get your book bag and go

And I’m not down on my luck

Might have come a bit stuck

You know it helped when we talked

And if you don’t wanna go

I know you won’t be alone

You’ll text the ones in your phone

Oh but you don’t find love on a Friday night.

You can’t stop me from feeling alright

You want a Sunday type of love

Then you’ll have to try

Last Orders ring

Leaving time

The night’s not finished ‘cos you’re not mine

Or I’m not done

Making fun out of you