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Thirty pounds but it don't work |
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So now I'm stuck with it |
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Tuesday night just spent some more |
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It only made me feel like shit |
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Past the shops in present fear |
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The past has all been shot |
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Think you've been here all too long |
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The shops I like have all gone |
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Dusty books piling high |
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Cobbled box of 45s |
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Pubs where Irish wheeze and hack |
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Rotten floorboards, I want them back |
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Been in this shithole all my life |
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Everyday somehow to strive |
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Just another slow bus ride |
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"Can't you see the funny side?" |
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Is this the simple life |
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Is this the only life |
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Is this the city life |
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Is this the joke of life |
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Should I go out tonight |
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Should I stay inside |
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Should I stay and fight |
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Or turn out the lights? |
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Scottish tourists forgot the chorus |
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Went up to t'stage and did it for us |
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Went around the world, the wrong way round |
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Bought all the singles that I wanted |
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Sold them all for beer |
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Could've gotten wine |
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Talked about the old days all the bloody time |
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Is this the simple life |
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Is this the only life |
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Is this the joke of life |
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Is this the city life |
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Should I go out tonight |
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Should I stay inside |
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Should I stay and fight |
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Or should I turn out the lights? |
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And the punk got ****ed by the curse of junk |
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And the punk got ****ed by his bad luck |
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And the punk got ****ed by the curse of junk |
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And the punk got ****ed by his bad luck |
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I raise my arms, drawn to the lights of the city |
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This is somewhere cold, dirty |
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This is somewhere full of beauty |
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Took me to the sight of broken lies |
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Lies that have broke are crueler spoke |
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Need the story to have some glory |
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Or just to keep alive a memory |
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Is this the simple life |
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Is this the only life |
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Is this the joke of life |
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Is this the city life |
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Should I go out tonight |
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Should I stay inside |
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Should I stay and fight |
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Or should I turn out the lights? |
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You read a book about Stuart Christie |
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Went to Spain to change our history |
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So he said, and so he fell |
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He's a lighthouse in your heart |
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And someone soon will start a spark |
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Somewhere soon the streets will brew |
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The spectacle can't beat us all |
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Put on your shoes, pennies not pounds |
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Looking for something they ain't found |
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And sing: |
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Is this the simple life |
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Is this the only life |
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Should I stay and fight, go out tonight |
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Should I turn out the lights |
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Turn out the lights |
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Should I stay and fight? |
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Should I stay and fight? |
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And the punk got ****ed by his bad luck |
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And the punk got ****ed by the curse of junk |
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And the punk got ****ed by his bad luck |
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And the punk got ****ed by his bad luck |
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Is this the simple life |
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Is the only life |
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Should I stay and fight |
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Should I go out tonight |
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Should I go out tonight |
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Or should I stay and fight |
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Should I go out tonight |
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Or turn out the lights? |
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Should I stay and fight? |
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Or go out tonight? |
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Or just turn out the lights? |
