Opus

What we built from Black Country ground
 In your car out of this small town
 You on back of my new push-bike
 Wheelie-ing down Thunder Road tonight
 And I never felt so brave
 On that unusually forgiving Sunday
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 What we built to keep ourselves warm
 Burnt your hand and charmed the locals
 All those mistakes laid out plainly
 Anyone could see that the clamp was breaking me!
 
 And one more time for the record
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 Everybody's coming up
 I guess I'm a little bit late to the party
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 Everybody's coming up
 I guess I'm a little bit late to the party
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 Now everybody's coming up
 I guess I should have had something else to say
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 And now еverybody's coming up
 What we built must fall to the rising flamеs
 Everybody's coming up
 Oh, I guess I'm a little bit late to the party
 Everybody's coming up
 Oh, I guess I'm a little bit late to the party
 Everybody's coming up
 Oh, I guess I'm a little bit late to the party