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Five pretty boys for ten shitty years Five girls next door, I'm up to my ears I need a reaction, a new revolution All over the country, but they took it away Took it away, it can't be impossible Playing the records that they play in hospital Radio playlist for terminally ill You can't tell they're miming when you're over the hill And it goes on (and on, and on, and on...) It goes on (and on, and on, and on...) And if you put it like that, you'll be dead some day Set the record straight - they took it all away They took it away, left us with nothing Second-hand hits and a million misses Nobody means it, they're making up stories You gotta blame someone, you can't blame the 'Tories I blame myself, I want an easy life Does it really matter, ain't worth no suicide The bigger they come, the harder they fall I'm kicking myself for wasting it all It goes on (and on, and on, and on...) It goes on (and on, and on, and on...) And if you put it like that, you'll be dead some day Set the record straight - they took it all away They took it away, left us with nothing You suffer the pain of your fingers burning Took it away, left us with nothing You suffer the pain of your fingers burning It goes on (and on, and on, and on...) Took it away, left us with nothing Suffer the pain of your fingers burning Took it away, left us with nothing Suffer the pain of your fingers burning Took it away, left us with nothing Suffer the pain of your fingers burning Took it away, left us with nothing And if you put it like that, you'll be dead some day Set the record straight - they took it all away |