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If life was simple
Every day like Sunday afternoon
There'd be no reason
To wake up, fight back, be a better you
Come dance by the fire
'Til you're feeling higher than the State of Empire
Let that New York feeling kill your pain into your ears
Let the rhythm dry your tears
As the world stops
And the band plays
Walking to the light all of a sudden
And the band plays
Always making something out of nothing
Turn your heartache into loving
And the band plays
Beware the straight roads
Or they'll catch you sleeping at the wheel, yeah yeah yeah
The warning sirens are more than sounds
There's something you can feel
Come let down your hair Let your despair be shared
You can dance in your bed let that downtown feeling
Kill your pain and all your fears Let the rhythm dry your tears
As the work stops
And the band plays
Walking to the light all of a sudden And the band plays
We're always making something out of nothing
Turn your heartache into loving
And the band plays
And the band plays
Boom boom boom
Pow wow wow
Crashing on the symbals
And the band plays
Boom boom boom
Pow wow wow
Can you hear the trumpets
Screaming at the trombones oh
Walking to the light all of a sudden
And the band plays
You know we're always making something out of nothing
Turn your heartache into loving
And the band plays
WRITERS
MARK ANTHONY OWEN, GARY BARLOW, HOWARD PAUL DONALD
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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