They’re kicking us out, saying it’s time to closeWe’re leaning on each other trying to beat the coldI carry your shoes and I give you my coatWe’re walking these streets like they’re paved with goldMake any more excuses not to goNeither one of us want to take that taxi home[Chorus:]Singing our hearts outStanding on chairsSpending our timeLike we are millionairesLaughing our heads offThe two of
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