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You get the girls, I'll bring the boys,
Turn down the lights, send in some noise, Send in some noise. Close the door, mix yourself a drink I'll know what you mean when you say what you think, It feels real good with your feet high up in the air Through states of despair, Put on your boots, get out of you head, Music is dead. Shave you head and cut right through the steel When you don't know what's real Cut the conversation short if that's the way you feel, Put on your boots get out of you head, Music is dead This ain't the sixties anymore I put on my boots and I shave my head This ain't the sixties anymore You'd think in all this time that we'd have grown No Send in some noise This ain't the sixties anymore This ain't the sixties anymore (no) There's mum and dad on the dance floor You'd think in all this time that we'd have grown No If you're still making records without your pain then you're still making records that sound the same This ain't the cities anymore |
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It's such a shame, shame you're wasting away
You can't stop kicking 'til your legs give way You're mind's tick, ticking and the time's the same I don't feel safe in an aeroplane It's such a strange, strange way to behave I say "see you later" then I give you a wave I've got no reason why my sky's so blue Since I've had a piece of you. Stop asking me how I've been I'm alright Don't say you're sorry for anything you feel It's alright It's alright It's alright It's such a shame, shame I'm wasting away My clothes don't fit me and I hate today If I don't get bitter I won't get the pain And I'm so happy I'm still the same It's such a strange strange way to behave I say "see you later" then I give you a wave I've got no reason why my sky's so blue Since I've had a taste of you Its alright, it's alright If I don't get bitter I don't get the pain If I don't get bitter I don't get the pain |
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I found a place where nobody else knows
Underneath some rubble where a red night light glows I scrape back the dirt and crawl through the smokescreen To find myself living in a scene from my worst dream When I look up, everything looks down When I look up, everything looks down It's like living in a scene from your worst dream It's like living in a scene from your worst dream I see a face that nobody else sees Clouds in his eyes and his arms tied around me I try to struggle but I can't move, I can't breathe Like and love me cause you can't ever leave me When I get up and look around When I wake up I can't get out This is real It's like living in a scene from you worst dream This is real It's like living in a scene from you worst dream This is real |
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I can't get it together so I've loaded my Beretta
I'm gonna take myself out on the Kingston Bridge Some might say I'm shallow but I'm just so tired of Glasgow And I'm long past the point of... What can I do?! Twenty seven wishes to get through to you, yeah I can't get of the ladder What can I do?! No restraints, just complaints in my sick perverted groove No cover What does that mean?! The paint started running from my TV screen So I scream What does that mean?! I'll be chasing my dreams in a black limousine I'm sorry, mother! But I'm so confused I've got rocks in my pocket And stones inside my shoes I gaze down at the river And come and break my fall This is how I feel about it all (Do-do-do-do-do-do) When my sky starts falling, what can I do? Take a train, take a trip, take a walk in the zoo When my dark side's calling, what can I do? Have a smoke, have a joke, get into the groove When the room starts jumping, what does that mean? Turn, turn, turn it, I turn to me. When my head starts thumping, what does that mean? I'll be chasing my dreams in a black limousine I'm sorry, mother! But I'm so confused I've got rocks in my pocket Aspirations in my shoes I gaze down at the river And come and break my fall This is how I feel about it all (Do-do-do-do-do-do) When my sky starts falling, what can I do? (Do-do-do-do-do-do) When my dark side's calling, what can I do? (Do-do-do-do-do-do) [Repeats in background] I can't get it together so I've loaded my Beretta I'm gonna take myself out on the Kingston Bridge Some might say I'm shallow but I'm just so tired of Glasgow And I'm chasing my dreams in a black limousine I'm sorry, mother! But I'm so amused I've got hopes in my pockets Teenage dreams inside my shoes I gaze down at the river And today I think I've grown Open up your arms, I'm coming home I'm sorry, mother! But I'm stuck in this sick, perverted groove, yeah I'm sorry, mother! But I'm stuck in this sick, perverted groove, yeah... yeah [(Do-do-do-do-do-do) x4 in backround] |
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Take off your coat, won't you stay and keep me company?
Take off your clothes, won't you stay and make love to me? I take one step forward and two steps back One step forward and two steps back I'm in a state I'm in a state of insecurity I'm in a state of disrepair Start at the bottom, not the top of the bottom I'm in a state of insecurity I'm in a state of disrepair I don't believe in religion It's there to divide us It grates up our minds And gets a grip inside us I can't see so good through this fog I'll drink with the Devil but stay friends with God Something always gets in the way of me and you Why does something always get in the way of me and you? I'm in a state I'm in state of insecurity I'm in a state of disrepair Start at the bottom, not the top of the bottom I'm in a state of insecurity I'm in a state of disrepair I take on step forward and two steps back One step forward and two steps back It takes one step forward and two steps back One step forward and two steps back |
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