The ScriptMillionaires

The kicker outside is saying it's time to close We're leaning on each other trying to beat the cold I carry your shoes and I give you my coat. We're walking these streets like they're paved with gold Make any more excuses not to go Neither one of us want to take that taxi home. Singing our hearts out Standing on chairs Spending our time Like we are millionaires. Laughing our heads off We do it and stare Spending our time Like we are millionaires. Millionaires. Lost my heart and I hope to die Seeing that sunlight hit your eyes Been up all night but you're still amazing me. Yeah Half the time of night you only dream about If God came down he could take me now Cos in my mind, we will always be. Singing our hearts out Standing on chairs Spending our time Like we are millionaires. Laughing our heads off We do it and stare Spending our time Like we are millionaires. Millionaires. (look at us) Look at us At six in the mornin' If time was money, yeah We be worth a fortune I swear you might think you're rich You could have a million euro But you can't buy this. Look at us At six in the mornin' If time was money, yeah We be worth a fortune I swear you might think you're rich You could have a million euro But you can't buy this. Well the band was on playing that song We messed up the lyrics When we sang along But we didn't care Cause it felt like we were the only ones there. I see, I saw my voice were raw Pretending to be loud but we're shouting on We're shouting on. Singing our hearts out Standing on chairs Spending our time like we are millionaires. Laughing our heads off We do it and stare Spending our time like we were millionaires. Millionaires. Look at us At six in the mornin' If time was money, yeah We be worth a fortune. I swear you might think you're rich You could have a million euro But you can't buy this. Look at us At six in the mornin' If time was money, yeah We be worth a fortune. I swear you might think you're rich You could have a million euro But you can't buy this. We're walking these streets like they're paved with gold. Make any more excuses not to go Neither one of us want to take that taxi home.
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