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Dire Straits - Sultan of swing

Blackout

[Intro]
“Yeah, I know its Friday…I said, I’d chill this week…save a couple quid..
…ah, fuck it-”

Verse 1
Pub door swing, same crowd in the booth,
Same tall tales, same half-truths.
Said I’d take it slow, sip me pint,
Now I’m six deep and I’ve lost the night.
We’re laughin’ loud, mates spillin’ drinks,
Jokes get cheap as the logic sinks.
It’s 1 AM, and I’m half insane,
And I swore I’d behave but I love this game.

Chorus
Let’s go for a drink, “yeah, we’ll just have one,”
You know that’s a lie but we still carry on.(Ayy!)
Call the guy, get a bag about half past one,
And proceed to chat shit ‘til the break of dawn.(Ayy!)

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Verse 2
Barmaid wink, I drop my change,
Try act smooth but I sound deranged.
My mate Nick’s nicked about half of my crisps,
Claims it’s “tax for the friendship risks.”
Phones out, we’re racking’ lines,
“Best night ever!” with dead-fish eyes.
DJ spins that tune we hate,
But we’re shoutin’ every word, don’t hesitate.

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Pre-Chorus
Every week we say “we’re grown,”
Then end up dancin’ on a traffic cone.
Hearts on sleeve, beer on phone,
This town’s our stage, we never go home.

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Chorus
Let’s go for a drink, “yeah, we’ll just have one,”
You know that’s a lie but we still carry on.(Ayy!)
Call the guy, get a bag about half past one,
And proceed to chat shit ‘til the break of dawn.(Ayy!)

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Verse 3
Toilet mirror says, “sort ya life,”
I wink back like, “you’re right, you’re right.”
Stumble out grinnin’, pint still spinnin’,
Mate’s in the corner with that look — he’s sinnin’.
“We ain’t doin’ gear,” yeah, famous line,
Said it last week, said it this time.
Now it’s half past mad, morals misplaced,
Brain on holiday, heart half-baked.
Talkin’ big change with our pupils wide,
While the cab home dreams just pass us by.
We’re slow-motion burnouts, chasin’ the spark,
Cheap thrills fillin’ up the holes in the dark.
Slowly lobotomisin’ our fragile minds,
One beer, one line, one laugh at a time.
We romanticise the mess, justify the climb,
Say we’re “just unwindin’,” but it’s borderline crime.
Eyes like headlights, speech on delay,
Shoutin’ deep truths we forget by day.
The city don’t sleep, and neither do we,
Caught in a loop we call  the “Friday fee.”

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Bridge
We’re all just stories we tell our mates,
Good intentions and empty plates.
Said “no this time,” but the night don’t care,
The devil’s cheap, and he’s everywhere.

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Final Chorus
Let’s go for a drink, “yeah, we’ll just have one,”
You know that’s a lie but we still carry on.(Ayy!)
Call the guy, get a bag about half past one,
And proceed to chat shit ‘til the break of dawn.(Ayy!)
Let’s go for a drink, “yeah, we’ll just have one,”
You know that’s a lie but we still carry on.(Ayy!)
Call the guy, get a bag about half past one,
And proceed to chat shit ‘til the break of dawn.(Ayy!)

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Outro
Wallet’s empty, kebab in hand,
Taxi driver’s playin’ a wedding band.
We’ll swear next week we’ll keep it sane...
But Friday calls — and we’ll come again.

“Yeah, I know its Friday…I said, I’d chill this week…save a couple quid..
…ah, fuck it-

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