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We're all so nervous about the future, but it took a long train ride to realise how much.
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I could grow old with a different soul,
But you're so high, and I'm so low,
Privacy is a liberty that you cannot afford for me.
A stupid little memory, a stupid little memory:
Privacy is a liberty that you cannot afford for me.
Can you afford to hear THIS HURTS
You lost your pride and your fear THIS HURTS
My blood all over the floor, but I held the knife 'cos you're just like before so.
Let's all get pregnant and married and dead:
And by 21 you're asleep in my bed,
You are still chained to the dreams in your head,
You can't escape it: you're pregnant, I'm dead.
You say you're not that easy, but you really are,
Like a fashionable passion, sick and sour,
My friends are killing me again.
Four hours, it don't take four hours;
Four hours, it don't take four hours;
Four hours;
FOUR FUCKING HOURS.
So come back, in fifteen years,
When the world don't revolve between your ears,
Television and sunlight, can have equal rights,
I'm sick and bored, and I'm tired of this night,
So let's all get pregnant and married and dead,
And by 21 you're asleep in my bed,
You are still chained to the dreams in your head,
You can't escape it; you're pregnant, I'm dead.
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