Tired epileptic charade
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Get on the plane and fly away
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I knew you when
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I knew you when
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You had something to say
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The Twentieth Century
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Has not been particularly kind to me
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So when asked to define
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You feign the benign
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And decline to answer properly
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You feel threatened now
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There's other icons flying higher now
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As you grab for the past
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You know it won't last
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There's no need to describe it
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I hope someone else is driving you
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I hope someone else intelligent is driving you
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Now the myth disintegrates
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Nothing else is permanent
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I Hate Alternative Rock
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| Bob Mould |
