| We all want someone to shout for
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| Yeah, everyone wants somebody to adore
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| But your heroes aren’t what they seem
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| When you’ve been where we’ve been
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| Have I done something to trigger
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| The funny looks and the sniggers?
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| Are they there at all, or is it just paranoia?
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| Everybody’s got their box
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| Doing what they’re told
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| You pushed my faith near being lost
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| But we’ll stick to the guns
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| Don’t care if it’s marketing suicidal
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| Won’t crack or compromise
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| Your do-rights or individes
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| Will never unhinge us
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| And there’s a couple of hundred
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| Think they’re Christopher Columbus
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| But the settlers had already settled
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| Yeah, long before ya
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| Just cos we’re having a say-so
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| Not lining up to be playdoh
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| Oh, in five years time, will it be
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| «Who the fuck’s Arctic Monkeys?»
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| 'Cause everybody’s got their box
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| Doing what they’re told
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| You pushed my faith near being lost
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| But we’ll stick to the guns
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| Don’t care if it’s marketing suicidal
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| Won’t crack or compromise
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| Your do-rights or individes
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| Will never unhinge us
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| La la la la la, la la
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| La la la la la, la la
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| La la la la la, la la
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| All the thoughts that I just said
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| Will linger round and multiply in their head
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| Not that mad to start with
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| I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed
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| It’s not you it’s them that are wrong
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| Tell 'em to take out their tongues
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| Tell 'em to take out their tongues…
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| It’s not you it’s them that are wrong
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| Tell 'em to take out their tongues
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| Tell 'em to take out their tongues
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| And bring on the backlash!
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| It’s not you it’s them that are wrong
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| Tell him to take out his tongue
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| Tell him to take out his tongue
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| It’s not you it’s them that’s the fake
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| I won’t mess with your escape
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| Is this really your escape? |