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I had a young and optimistic point of view -
wasted youth and a fistful of ideals.

glory days don’t mean shit to me,
I drank a six pack of apathy -
life’s a bitch and so am I,
he world owes me, so fuck you.

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don’t know where I’m going,
everybody’s running, everybody’s running -
come back after all is broken,
everything is burning, no one is returning.

save me from this wicked person I’ve become,
as the world comes crashing.

everything was falling, trust in what was nothing.

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Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be

My heart is telling me the telly isn’t telling me anything
I need but it needs to keep selling me
Besides celebrities lacking in integrity
Holding up the status quo instead of showing the kids
That they matter, who are they gonna batter next?
Just keep holding their necks and keep selling them sex
It’s better if we keep them perplexed
It’s better if we make them want the opposite sex
And disenfranchised young criminal minds
In a car park beside where your nan resides
Are not slow, they’ve just never been shown
That you should be

Loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Yeah, you should be loving someone
Oh, oh, loving someone
Oh, oh

We’re all human, we’re just like you man
We’re sentient, or something or other
I can’t remember, whatever
We shouldn’t have people afloat
If it was safer on the ground, we wouldn’t be on a boat

Charlatan telepathy exploiting insecurity and praying on the purity
Of grief and its simplicity but I know that maybe I’m too skeptical
Even Guy Debord needed spectacles, you see
I’m the Greek economy of cashing intellectual cheques
And now I’m trying to progress, but instead of selling sex
And I think I should be

I am forever in alongside the boys in jumpers
On bikes from schools and cars
With autumn leaves fallen sparse across the mid-afternoon
She blazed about how cultural language is an operating system
A simple interface rendered feeble and listless
When tested with a divinity or a true understanding of the human condition
I never did understand the duality of art and reality
Living life and treating it as such but with a certain disconnect
To touch that cajoles at the artist with comfort and abandon
And between the spires and rolling roofs of the white city
That orange, English light cast only one, singular shadow
For you are not beside but within me

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Danny ran into some complications
He falls asleep during conversations
He’s gotta search the street when he’s on vacation
The worst thing is that I’m in the same situation

And all I do is sit and think about you
If I knew what you’d do
Collapse my veins wearing beautiful shoes
It’s not living if it’s not with you

And Danny says we’re living in a simulation
But he works in a petrol station (selling petrol)
He says it all began with his operation
And I know you think you’re sly but you need some imagination

All I do is sit and drink without you
If I choose then I lose
Distract my brain from the terrible news
It’s not living if it’s not with you

I can’t stop sweating or control my feet
Got a twenty-stone monkey that I just can’t beat
I can stage a situation, but I just can’t eat
And there’s a feeling, you’re replacin’ embracin’
It’s true that

Oh, I’ll try to get a job in a bank, I think
Danny spent time trying to pack in the drinks for me
I feel sick and I know I can’t lose but
It’s not living if it’s not with you

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[Verse 1]

Cheeks are rosy like a Boucher cherub

I’m a strawberry soda, raise my lashes to heaven

Stars in my hair running like a waterfall

Clouds in the whites of our eyes, we saw it all

Burnt me at the stake, you thought I was a witch

Centuries ago, now you just call me a bitch


[Chorus]

Mother Nature’s dying

Nobody’s keeping score

I don’t wanna live in a man’s world anymore

I don’t wanna live in a man’s world anymore

Anymore


[Verse 2]

Marilyn’s bungalow, it’s number seven

In the pink palace where men made her legend

Owned by a sheik who killed thousands of gay men

I guess that’s why he bought the campest hotel in LA then


[Chorus]

Mother Nature’s dying

Nobody’s keeping score

I don’t wanna live in a man’s world anymore

I don’t wanna live in a man’s world anymore



[Post-Chorus]

If you have a mother, daughter or a friend

Maybe it is time, time you comprehend

The world that you live in ain’t the same one as them

So don’t punish me for not being a man


[Bridge]

Spring appears when the time is right

Women are violets coming to light

Don’t underestimate the making of life

The planet has a funny way of stopping a fight


[Chorus]

Mother Nature’s dying

Nobody’s keeping score

I don’t wanna live in a man’s world anymore

I don’t wanna live in a man’s world anymore


[Post-Chorus]

If you have a mother, daughter or a friend

Maybe it is time, time you comprehend

The world that you live in ain’t the same one as them

So don’t punish me ‘cause I’m not a man


[Outro]

So don’t punish me 'cause I’m not a man

'Cause I’m not a man

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