Half the kids who you grew up with,
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Were pushin prams by the time that they were just sixteen,
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If love is a drug then where is the cure,
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For the girl who used to talk to you about her dream.
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And all the boys with all their toys,
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Couldnt see the signs as we scortched out eyes with nicotine,
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And the grown ups said, listen to your head,
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But our hearts were crying out for heroes on TV screens.
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Now this song is about you,
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Now this song is about...
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Changes in your mind,
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Changes in your life,
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Changes in the times,
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And the reason you can't sleep at night,
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Changes in your mind,
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Changes in your life,
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Changes in the times,
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And the reason you gave up the fight.
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Half the kids that arnt pushing prams,
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Are pushing pills to boys and girls who are half their age
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And the pubs and clubs are full of drunks,
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They dont remember the day the were born or even their mum or the names.
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An old man sings a tune but hes drowned out by a fight next to a fruit machine.
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And all of this, our hearts, our nation,
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A total lack of civilization,
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Will it ever be the same?
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Now this song is about you,
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Now this song is about...
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Changes in your mind,
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Changes in our lives,
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Changes in the times,
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And the reason you we cant sleep at night,
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Changes in our mind,
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Changes in our lives,
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Changes in the times,
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And the reason we gave up the fight.
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Now this song....is about, is about, is about you,
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Now this song....is about, is about, is about you,
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Now this song....is about, is about, is about you,
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This Song
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The Enemy |