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    Cut the ropes, cut the ropes, cut this empty road
    Unplug this factory town
    I'll take my compass down

    Departure boards, double doors, humming exit signs
    The tracks and railway lines, God, I miss your style
    Get up, get out
    It's no good now
    Light that lighthouse light
    Through telescopic sight, I'm sailing home tonight

    Are we going to make this last?
    I think I spoiled it all last night, and for what?

    We float like spectres on the corner of the street
    Till we find our way back home
    Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!

    Cut the ropes, cut the ropes, cut this empty pulse
    Replace its hollow sound
    I'll take my compass down

    Get up, get out
    It's no good now
    You are out of sight, I want you here tonight

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    Are we going to make this last?
    I think I blew it, there's a surprise!

    We float like spectres on the corner of the street
    Till we find our way back home

    Do you remember the lives we stole from songs?

    Emergency!

    We float like spectres on the corner of the street
    We lost our way back home
    Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!

    I know, I know
    I know, I know
    I know, I know
    I know, I know
    I know, I know
    I know, I know

    We float like spectres on the corner of the street
    Till we find our way back home

    Do you remember the lives we stole from songs?

    Emergency!

    We float like spectres on the corner of the street
    Till we find our way back home
    Emergency! Emergency! Emergency!

    Song details

    Composition: Gemma Evans

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