On the Porcupine jukebox
We got loaded on repeat
In the corner of the bar
Put the rhythm in our feet
Friday nights went on forever
Back at someone’s flat
We’d start again at 12 pm
The summers just like that
Midnight films in Leicester Square
32 degrees of heat
Dust and lust in the air
Watch the buskers on the street
Dancing like there’s no tomorrow
Entertainment for the masses
No room here for loss or sorrow
Air so thick just like molasses
Sunday comes like a friend
Warm breeze on your skin
Lying in the garden sun
Let the come down settle in
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