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Black Suit Holidays - Pat Byrne
She closed her eyes on an empty flight back home
Theres no one there when she lands that she knows
A welcome that she's used to
Nothing changes in the places we use to go
The same faces share the stories of highs and lows
She just sits there quietly
She tries to disguise her tears it wasn't so clear
But now now I realise now
I realise now I realise
These new year's won't save her from
The pain of black suit holidays
She has no time for his false regret
As she has another drink
And lights a cigarette
While room is bright there's a darkness that surrounds her
Her friends are friends but blood is blood
When the shots are served I think she's had enough
They assume she fine behind her false demeanour
Lonely when the crowds are near it's wasn't so clear
But now now I realise now
I realise now
I realise
These new year's won't save her from the
Pain of black suit holidays
These new years they won't save her they won't
Save her from the pain of black suit
Holidays
Black suit holidays
