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Let's inherit the earth because no one else is taking it |
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Come on, do your worst before the moment's passed |
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In bedrooms across |
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England and all the |
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Western world |
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There's posters and there's magazines but the music isn't ours' |
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Cause we write love songs in |
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C, we do politics in |
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GWe sing songs about our friends in |
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E minorSo tear down the stars now and take up your guitars |
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And come on, folks and try this at home |
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Let's stop waiting around for someone to patronize us |
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Let's hammer out a sound that speaks of where we've been |
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Forget about the haircuts, the stupid skinny jeans |
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The stampedes and the irony, the media fed scenes' |
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Cause we write love songs in |
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C, we do politics in |
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GWe sing songs about our friends in |
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E minorSo tear down the stars now and take up your guitars |
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And come on, folks and try this at home |
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Because the only thing that punk rock should ever really mean |
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Is not sitting 'round and waiting for the lights to go green |
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And not thinking that you're better 'cause you're stood up on a stage |
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If you're oh so ****ing different then who cares what you have to say? |
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Because there's no such thing as rock stars |
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There's just people who play music |
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And some of them are just like us |
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And some of them are dicks |
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So quick, turn off your stereo |
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Pick up that pen and paper |
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Yeah, you could do much better |
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Than some skinny half-arsed |
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English country singer' |
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Cause we write love songs in |
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C, we do politics in |
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GWe sing songs about our friends in |
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E minorSo tear down the stars now and take up your guitars |
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And come on, folks and try this at home |
