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Words
Verse 1
Marguerite, it's eleven and the taxi isn't coming
So we're walking down the high street in the shoes you said were fine
You've got a bottle of something cheap and a coat that isn't yours
And the whole town's shouting numbers at a clock above the store
We have done this since we were seventeen and stupid
We have done this through the good years and the ones we do not name
You held my hair in April and I held your hand in June
And here we are in December, doing it again
Pre-Chorus
Ten, and my heart is going faster than the count
Nine, and I don't care at all what this year's going to be
Eight, and the whole street is one enormous open mouth
Grab my arm, Marguerite, and do not let it go
Chorus
One more trip around, one more time around the sun
With the only person left who knows exactly what I've done
Let the fireworks be terrible, let the cheap stuff be flat
One more trip around with you, I'd take a hundred more of that
Verse 2
You moved away in March and it took me half a year
To learn to make a Tuesday out of nothing on my own
You call me from the platform, you call me from the store
You send me a photograph of every single door
But nothing on a screen has ever sounded like your laugh
So you got on a train tonight and here we are at last
Chorus
One more trip around, one more time around the sun
With the only person left who knows exactly what I've done
Let the fireworks be terrible, let the cheap stuff be flat
One more trip around with you, I'd take a hundred more of that
Bridge
Everybody's kissing somebody and the two of us are kerbside
Eating chips out of the paper, saying nothing, saying all of it
You said whatever comes in January we will split it down the middle
And I said done, and the whole sky went white above us
Final Chorus
One more trip around, one more time around the sun
With the only person left who knows exactly what I've done
Let the fireworks be terrible, let the whole thing come apart
One more trip around with you — happy new year, Marguerite
Outro
Same kerb, same chips, same street a year from now
One more trip around, and I will be here somehow
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