It's Frank Turner with the real damage.

I woke up on a sofa in an unfamiliar house

surrounded by sleeping folks that I didn't know.

Failing to find my friends, I decided that it was clearly time to go.

So I made my way out of the door as quietly as I could.

There was no one there I knew to say goodbye.

Squinting in the sadly sobering sunshine of a Sunday morning line.

Because I started the night with all my friends and I ended up alone.

Oh yes I started out so happy.

Now I'm hung over and down.

It was about then that I realized I was halfway through the best years of my life.

So I scan the local landmarks trying to find out where I was

or maybe even find a bus back home

I was longing for a shower

for clean sheets and a charger for my phone

And suddenly it hit me that I got paid this Friday last

So I rifled through my pockets for some change

But all I found

must a packet

a broken cigarettes

and a sinking

sense of shame

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