It doesn't matter how hard you try to deny What I can see clearly with my drinking eye. You know I'd never stop until I see you cry, Make you insist through snot and tears that you'd never lie. Now my Friday nights have many uses.
I can forget what happens and make up bad excuses. It doesn't need a weapon or much motivation, Just a bit beer spilt on my Playstaion. It makes me sure I've seen him try it on a few times before As I shake my head and sigh, standing halfway through the door. You might have shared a school, a street, you might've known him for years. It makes no odds to me, I just want to see the tears.

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Writer(s): Aidan Moffat, Malcolm Middleton