Every minute and every hour I miss you, I miss you, I miss you more.
Bastille - Good Grief4
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We are the last people standing
At the end of the night
We are the greatest pretenders
In the cold morning light
This is just another night
And we've had many of them
To the moment we're cast out
But I know I'll land here again
How am I gonna get myself back home?
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