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Come on, come on,
the morning's ours
We raise our glass to the waking hours
Monday came in wearing last night's coat
Bus stop rain and a half-burnt note
You said you'd leave,
then you missed the train Now we're both laughing through the window
pane There's rent on the table,
dust on the floor But I hear the whole world kicking at
the door If the roof gives way,
let it fall behind us If the road runs out,
we will make one more All the tired little doubts can never
find us When your hand hits mine by the front door
We are the fire in the breakfast queue
We are the fools with a better view
Raise it up till the old walls shake
We're not done, we're wide awake
Sing it out, sing it true
I get the best of me from you Your brother's coat and
my broken shoes
Marching out with nothing left to lose Corner shop roses,
two for a pound
We wore them like crowns on the southbound The week tried to
bend us
into its shape But we kicked through the paper and made our
escape
We are the fire in the breakfast queue We are the fools
with a better view
Raise it up till the old walls shake
We're not done, we're wide awake
Sing it out, sing it true
I get the best of me from you
Maybe we're skint, maybe we're late Maybe the whole town laughs at
the gate
Let them talk till their tongues run dry
We've got a song and a reason why
We are the fire in the breakfast queue We are the fools
with a better view
Raise it up till the old walls shake
We're not done, we're wide awake
Sing it out, sing it true
I get the best of me from you
Oh, from you
I get the best of me from you
Come on, come on,
we're wide awake Come on,
come on, till the old walls shake