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My eco-system is based on hatred. My DNA remains untested. I hate the tyranny of the Sun. It always rises, always comes down. . I'm running out of fantasy. . I don't expect your sympathy. I'm
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My bedroom wall recalls what's in my head. A collage constructed and constantly fed. Goya mixes Picasso, but it's hardly Spain. Look through the window, pissing down with rain Lovely Labradors outn
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The more I want to be me. The less I know myself. The living left to die. While ghosts are brought to life Welcome to these slave trades. Drained of delusion and buried in debt. How the hell do w
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4 lonely roads. The terror it had flown. Never led you home. . 4 lonely roads. Got sunk into my heart. Then it fell apart. . Staring with an idle eye. Measuring the pain inside. Darker hell
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Last Christmas. I gave you my heart. The very next day. You gave it away. . This year. To stop me from tears. I'll give it to someone special. . Last Christmas. I gave you my heart. The ver
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Hello, it's us again. We're still so in love with you. And yes, we mean it too. Yes, we're so in love with you Hello, it's us again. You thought you were our friends. Success is an ugly word. Es
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You need your stars, even killers have prestige. Access to a living you will not see. 24 boredom, I'm convicted instantly. Gorgeous poverty of created needs. . Slash and burn. Kill to live. Kil
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The sky is falling in on you. Crushed any happiness you viewed. That you need more so you feel love. It still never be gone Remember you stretched out in the sun. All alone forever, conclusions fo
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The platitudes they all dissolved. They got too deep, got too involved. The platitudes just interludes. To break the trust with me and you Oh, what a shangrila. Oh, what a shower we are. Oh, what
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Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize. Tribal scars in Technicolor. Bang bang club AK 47 hour. .
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I'm no longer preaching to the converted. That congregation has long ago deserted. All we discovered was even more despair. But we learned how to cope, we learned how not to care And the sun will s
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It's a cold and lonely message. At the end of a song. It invaded hearts and minds. But they couldn't get along. It can ask you to remember. It can ask you for a dance. So it seems that every son
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Bài hát Motorcycle Emptiness - Manic Street Preachers. Culture sucks down words. Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles. Organise your safe tribal war. Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto. Each
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Me-totemo-utsukushi-i-desu-ne. Totemo-utsukushi-i-me-wo-shitemasu It's easy to see, it's easy to see. To see only white, where color should be. It's easy to feel, it's easy to feel. But it's not g
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It's a cold and lonely message. At the end of a song. It invaded hearts and minds. But they couldn't get along. It can ask you to remember. It can ask you for a dance. So it seems that every son
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It's the longest running joke. In history. To kill the working classes. In the name of liberty. . The lies of Hillsborough. The blood of Orgreave. All the evasion at the bbc. . And 30 years o
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Afraid of the sun. So afraid of the sky. Touch it and taste it. But don't reach too high. . Bewildered by them. Then so uncomplicated. All these feelings. Not fully created. . Just a kid amo
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Rewind the film again. I'd love to see my joy, my friends. Rewind the film again. So I can fall asleep content. . Rewind the film once more. Turn back the pages of my post. Rewind the film once
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I hate purity,. Hate goodness,. I don't want virtue to exist anywhere,. I want everyone corrupt. . I am an architect,. They call me a butcher,. I am a pioneer,. They call me primitive,. I am
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I am just a patsy. The Oswald in Lee Harvey. Made of my own misery. The footprints of history I am just a patsy. I sell vague conspiracy. I'm slow and I'm easy. And I'm waiting for delivery I'm
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I've sealed myself in. Laminated all of my skin. Sellotaped my world in bits. I must embrace paralysis. . Only in you do we see ourselves. Only in you can we see our end. So sick and so tired o
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Here's a true story. Said someone to me yesterday. Said he'd heard it in a taxi. Must have had him at my mercy. Drown that poor thing. Put it out of it's misery. Condemn it to it's future. Deny
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Days since I last pissed. Cheeks sunken and despaired. So gorgeous sunk to six stone. Lose my only remaining home. See my third rib appear. A week later all my flesh disappear. Stretching taut,
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Between the billboard masturbation across highways of metallic isolation. There lies the deafening screaming of the millions wiping out the diseased pages. Of apathy that bleed our innocence. . Lo
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Love love love love love love love love. . We are not your sinners. Our voices are for real. We realised and won't be mourned. We gonna burn your deathmask uniforms. . We won't die of devotion.
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Love love love love love love love love. . We are not your sinners. Our voices are for real. We realised and won't be mourned. We gonna burn your deathmask uniforms. . We won't die of devotion.
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(Words Nicky Wire/Richey James; Music James Dean Bradfield/Sean Moore). Obedience to the law is free desire. Under curfew from neon barbed wire. Wasting away this country, wearing like a born dead.
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If the love between us has faded away. Left in the rain, Scratching at the stains. The paralysed future. The past sideways scrawl. I must give up on this. It makes no sense at all. Makes no sens
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Imperial bodybags. Coming home in dribs and drabs. Life is numbers with doggy tags. Filled with holes and coming back So come out of the sky. I never had a chance to wave goodbye. Thrown away and
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Find your faith in your security. All broken up at seventeen. Jam your brain with broken heroes. Love your masks and adore your failure. . We're a mess of eyeliner and spraypaint. D. I. Y. dest
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Solitude sometimes is. The place that I would like to live. Solitude sometimes is. When nothing really seems to fit. . If black were truly black not grey. It might provide some depth to pray. T
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So mighty so hegemonic so hating so desecrating so there so nowhere so hurting. We fall between indifference rejection and the whole * wall. We fall. . Christin me fuhrer nazarine. Believe in tom
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I've sealed myself in. Laminated all of my skin. Sellotaped my world in bits. I must embrace paralysis. . Only in you do we see ourselves. Only in you can we see our end. So sick and so tired o