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There are no sunsets, just silence. You could see that she was true and faithless. But see through the future and forget all the lies. Black out the words for the blind have eyes I am the girl who
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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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20ft. High on Blackpool promenade. Fake royalty second hand sequin facade. Limited face paint and dyed black quiff. Overweight and out of date. . 20ft. High on Blackpool promenade. Fake royalt
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Drinking - water to stay thin. Or is it to purify. I love you all the same. . But there's no - no real truce with my fury. You don't have to believe me. I love you all the same. . But you stol
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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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Always feeling torn and slow. Love song cull destroy poem. Misery and trauma making love. Best go shoot the * doves. The past is so beautiful. The future like a corpse in snow. I think it's all
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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 nothing and should be everything. You're methadone pretty, surrender in pity. Intentional destruction germ. Eats your thoughts and make you happy. . They wanna piece of your skin. Pump it s
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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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Drinking - water to stay thin. Or is it to purify. I love you all the same. . But there's no - no real truce with my fury. You don't have to believe me. I love you all the same. . But you stol
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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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This one's for the freaks. For you're so beautiful. For all the devotion. Written in your soul. This one's for the freaks. For the lost and weak. For the butterflies and devotees and disciples o
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No one likes looking at you. Your lack of ego offends male mentality. They need your innocence. To steal vacant love and to destroy. Your beauty and virginity used like toys. . My mind is dead,
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I don't know if I'm tired. And I don't know if I'm ill. My cheeks are turning yellow. I think I'll take another pill Praying for the wave to come now. It must be for the fifteenth time. I've been
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And all the masks I carry on my face. For you, for another. Some calm and then some grace. But once within a long and broken night. A face like mine, bereft of dreams and white. . This is a song
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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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London, England, consider yourselves warned. . Repeat after me. Death sentence heritage. Repeat after me. Death camp palace. . Repeat after me. Royal Khymer Rouge. Repeat after me. Imitation
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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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The further away I get from you. The harder it gets for everyone else, for everyone else. . The happier I am when I'm with you. The harder it gets when I am alone, when I am alone. . The harder
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Always feeling torn and slow. Love song cull destroy poem. Misery and trauma making love. Best go shoot the * doves. The past is so beautiful. The future like a corpse in snow. I think it's all
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London, England, consider yourselves warned. . Repeat after me. Death sentence heritage. Repeat after me. Death camp palace. . Repeat after me. Royal Khymer Rouge. Repeat after me. Imitation