i woke up this morning,
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dreading the thoughts of another, dull and boring day
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hey! woe is me.
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i go out on the streets, northside of the city
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i see the steel, the fading rust
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and the fields i used to play in....
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my friends are famous and all my foes live happy
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loved by lycra, fooled by velcro
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and fucked by what they need....
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but who am i to criticise? my pointing finger backfires
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i hang my head down low.
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i once believed in jesus,
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now i can't believe in rock 'n' roll
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from baptism to alcohol, in a land suffocatingly green
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hey! the myth is magic, do you know what i mean?
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the politics of sin and of sex
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suffer the fools, pawn our jewels, will it ever change?
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but who am i to criticise? i've made my bed, i lie on it
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and hold my head up high
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my disbelief. my fake redemption.
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my twentieth century.
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my holy war. my self indulgence.
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my twentieth century.
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my human flesh. my sad dependence.
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my twentieth century.
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my apathy. my big decision.
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my twentieth century.
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My twentieth century
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Gavin Friday & The Man Seezer |