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Lights out in a provincial town
The stars can`t escape the light on the ground
Talking to the moon
You know your favourtie subject is you
You`re in denial.....denial
But tonight if I ask you...ask you
Ahhhh
Blanket...beautiful
Like the shapes you threw
The orchestra in your head plays your theme tune
ahhhhhhh
Ran through the precinct
and no-one looked in our direction
She made up her age
Its one picture I couldn`t throw away
You can`t even write your....write your name
You`re nothing special...special
Ahhh
Blanket...beautiful
Like the shapes you threw
The orchestra in your head plays your theme tune
In spidery handwriting she outlines her escape
I suppose she`s got her reasons
False memories....don`t look for them here
All you`ll find is....
needles... on the beaches
Sundays....rendered speechless
And I`m never going back to Prestatyn again
Provincial girl
Provincial girl
Provincial girl
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