Elysian Fields

Sunday night pubs crowded tight
People standing with their smoky eyes
I see mad boy get up takes a swing at your chin
What’s up, what’s all the noise?

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You’ll never see Elysian Fields
Why don’t we? Why don't we settle down?

Hitting the street after midnight
Colours flowing of red and white
Hold your honey tight
Darkness, listen to the tension
The odds were six to two under streetlight

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Early rattle of the milkman
I haden’t been in bed since then
I’m waiting for the cafe to open
Boys steal the milk that was going to them

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The traffic streams into town
Starting the morning road rage
So the cycle starts again with a beer or a gin
And so the years disappear

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