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We Always Loved the Mad Ones

from Story For Another Storm by Chris Webb

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The party was over, a Friday night adventure
All lying in make-shift beds, the morning spilling sober
But we know that's gin, not water, sulking in the glass

Well everything's cold south of the morn'
So light up a firework
Let us all go down to the corner, where we get older
And everyone swears that it's the same
But the games rules change and we're fools to pain

It's always tomorrow, we always loved the mad ones
Today is a mirror reflecting wine and sad songs
We sit on our hands to stop us reaching for the glass

Well everything's cold south of the morn'
So light up a firework
Let us all go down to the corner, where we get older
And everyone swears that it's the same
But the games rules change and we're fools to pain

The star-crossed song, the broken man, all tattooed on your guilty hands

Well everything's cold south of the morn'
So light up a firework
Let us all go down to the corner, where we get older
And everyone swears that it's the same
But the games rules change and we're fools to pain

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from Story For Another Storm, released March 23, 2016

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