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The Dying Light

Sam Fender

Seventeen Going Under

This town is a world of waifs and strays
Comedy giants, penniless heroes
Dead men at the bar, I've drank with them all
Through misadventure and drag
But I'm alone here, even though I'm physically not
And those dead boys are always there
There's more every year

Maybe I could use a hand
I must admit I'm out of bright ideas to keep the hell at bay
Distractions only last a day
The night is so impossible
It haunts the few who dare to look
Its marks are so hereditary
I'm terrified of having kids
But I'm damned if I give up tonight
I must repel the dying light
For Mam and Dad and all my pals
For all the ones who didn't make the night

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