| Suburban days, they last so long
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| In shop and office, we sing our song we all sing
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| We ain't got nothing, nothing to do
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| A big fat nothing, nothing for me, nothing for you
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| Suburban dreams, just out of reach
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| Work till you die, that's what they teach you at school
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| With that in mind, what's there to lose?
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| My friends and I, doped up on TV fags and booze
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| Hear them all singing
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| We're the ones that you've forgotten
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| But we will not be denied
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| Coming out of the shadows
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| We rock the satellites
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| Suburban nights, they get so hot
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| People get angry, we sing our song we all sing
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| A global terror they say, we are at war
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| But I ain't got time for that 'cause
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| These bills keep dropping through my door
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| Hear them all singing
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| We're the ones you've forgotten
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| Out of mind, out of sight
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| Coming out of the shadows
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| We rock the satellites
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| All these people who criticize us well
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| We're only saying what we're seeing with our own eyes
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| This one way system it ain't, it ain't paradise
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| Not everybody wants to race, wants to fight
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| Hear them all singing
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| We're the ones you've forgotten
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| But we will not be denied
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| Coming out of the shadows
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| We rock the satellites
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| We're the ones that you've forgotten
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| Out of mind, out of sight
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| Coming out of the shadows
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| Coming live via satellite |