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It's a cold Summer's night. Are you beside me I can tell. I need your help. I need it honestly. I can't stand up right These days. But you owe me that, Yeah you owe me that. 'Cause we're just lost little boys (Woah) Making a name for ourselves (Woah) It's a cold Summer's night. Are you beside me In good health. I need your help. I need it honestly. I can't stand up right These days. But you owe me that, Yeah you owe me that. 'Cause we're just lost little boys (Woah) Making a name for ourselves (Woah) And we're just lost little boys (Woah) Making such fools of ourselves (Woah) I'm not one for second chances. I'm just lost. If I'd stopped then I really would be giving up now. But I'm not one for second chances. I've never been one for second chances. And I'm not one for second chances. I've never been one for second chances. 'Cause we're just lost little boys (Woah) Making a name for ourselves (Woah) And we're just lost litle boys (Woah) Making a name for ourselves (Woah) And we're just lost little boys, Making such fools of ourselves. END
Writer(s): Greg Walkinshaw, Marc Strain, Ross Leighton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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