I am trying to be heroic
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In an age of modernity
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I am trying to be heroic
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because all around me history sings
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So I enjoy and I devour
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flesh and wine and luxury
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But in my heart, I am lukewarm;
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nothing ever really touches me
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At Les Trois Garons
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we meet at precisely 9 o'clock
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I order the foie gras
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and I eat it with complete disdain
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Bubbles rise in champagne flutes
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but when we kiss, I feel nothing
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Feasting on sleeping pills
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and Marlboro Reds
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(self-pity won't save you)
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Oh how our, our parents, they suffered for nothing
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Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
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Like the 80s never happened.
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People are afraid, are afraid to merge on the freeway.
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Disappear here
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We stroll past the queue
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into the magazine launch party
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I am handed a pill
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and I swallow with complete disdain
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Kick-drum pounds off the high-hat
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Remember to look bored
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We suck each others' faces
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and make sure we are noticed
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(Cocaine won't save you)
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Because East London is a vampire
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it sucks the joy right out of me
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How we long for corruption in these golden years
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Oh how our, our parents, they suffered for nothing
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Live the dream, live the dream, live the dream
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Like the 80s never happened
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People are afraid, are afraid to merge on the freeway
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Disappear here
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Disappear here
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Disappear here
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Disappear here
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Disappear here
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가사입력NAKMUSE
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Song for Clay (Disappear Here)
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| Bloc Party |
