Hurts Lyrics

The sky is notepaper-white and the pavements have been
cleaned. Outside the bars of Thomas Street people sit alone
at tables, hunched inwards over cigarettes and phones. I'm
walking to meet Hurts. They're working underground near
here; writing songs in a basement beneath Manchester's

On my way down into the building, I meet another local
band. They seem flustered and nervous. They tell me that
they're off on tour. When they discover that I'm going to
see Hurts the lead singer sets down the amp he's carrying
and seems on the More...

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