Oh is this the way they say the future's meant to feel?
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Or just 20,000 people standing in a field.
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And I don't quite understand just what this feeling is.
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But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz.
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And tell me when the spaceship lands
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'cause all this has just got to mean something.
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In the middle of the nite, it feels alright, but then tommorow morning.
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Oh then you come down.
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Oh yeah the pirate radio station told us what was going down.
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Got the tickets from some mashed up bloke in Camden Town.
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Oh and no-one seems to know exactly where it is.
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But that's okay 'cause we're all sorted out for E's and wizz.
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At 4 o'clock the normal world seems very, very, very far away.
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Alright.
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In the middle of the nite, it feels alright, but then tommorow morning.
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Oh then you come down. Just keep on moving...
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Everybody asks your name
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They say we're all the same and it's "nice one", "geezer"
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But that's as far as the conversation went.
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I lost my friends, I dance alone, it's six o'clock I wanna go home.
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But it's "no way", "not today", makes you wonder what it meant.
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And this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows
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And you want to phone your mother and say
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"Mother, I can never come home again
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'cause I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere
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Somewhere in a field in Hampshire".
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Alright. In the middle of the nite, it feels alright
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But then tommorow morning.
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Oh then you come down.
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What if you never come down?
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Sorted For E's & Wizz
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| Pulp |
