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The great British mistake was looking for a way out, Was getting complacent, not noticing The pulse was racing. The mistake was fighting. The change,

We say don't show your guns, if you don't intend to fight We say don't sleep all day, if you can't keep awake at night Don't screw it up. Don't be a

Life's short, don't make a mess of it. To the ends of the earth, you'll look for a sense in it. No chances, no plans. I'll smash the windows of my box

I knew my youth couldn't last forever. I knew some chords so I got the band together. Sick of sleeping and beating up my mother. Forget those luxuries

I wonder what we'll play for you tonight. Something heavy or something light. Something to set your soul alight. I wonder how we'll answer when you say

We're out on a limb. Should we let the newboys in? We think they can't do no harm. Let's humour them. But they need some passion inside. They take it

I'm lying in a hospital, I'm pinned against the bed. A stethoscope upon my heart, A hand against my head. They're peeling off the bandages. I'm wincing

"Cherche une fille soleil pour chauffer ma banlieue, Une fille provence pour mes escalators. Cherche main tendue dans la foule qui dort. Ecrivez. Cherche

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