| This is for every life story
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| Every detail
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| Ex-dot com millionaires
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| With shitty jobs in retail
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| Every ingrown toenail
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| Pile of junk mail
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| Driving test drive fail
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| Vain search for the Holy Grail
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| Every move you make
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| Every breath you take
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| Every 12in record your dumb girlfriend decided to break
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| And all the underachieving geezers getting more lean and peezer on melon
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| Bacardi Breezers and skinny plastic cached reefers
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| And every impotent porn star
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| And the girls with the red lights doing tricks for Mars bars
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| Jack jack jack jack your body
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| And all the ravers that wish they were back in '89
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| Because everything was so much better the first time
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| And all the bastards looking for change in the station
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| Every money grabbing musical collaboration
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| And every last member of the X generation
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| Addicted to the Internet drugs and masturbation
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| Forget me this is all about you
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| Forget us this is all about you
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| Forget we this is all about you
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| We are just the siphon the sounds come through
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| Forget me this is all about you
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| Forget us this is all about you
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| Forget we this is all about you
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| We are just the siphon the sounds come through
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| This is for every life story
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| Every chapter
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| Every memory stored
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| And photograph captured
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| Cause even the most mundane things can shine forth like a beacon
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| Make your palms sweaty and knees' weaken
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| Well there is an awful lot of false gods speaking
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| We’re scratching in the dark for something true to believe in
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| Just keep breathing
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| And hope that in the long run
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| That’s a real hand you’re tightly squeezing
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| This is for everybod' who got cussed down in the playground
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| And every bad boy who shitted when his mates weren’t around
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| And all the bedroom DJ’s perfecting their skills
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| And every girl with a complex and a handful of slimming pills
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| Forget me this is all about you
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| Forget us this is all about you
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| Forget we this is all about you
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| We are just the siphon the sounds come through
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| Forget me this is all about you
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| Forget us this is all about you
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| Forget we this is all about you
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| We are just the siphon the sounds come through
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| This is for every life story
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| Every intertwined tale of guts and glory
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| ' Course some of them are nice and bright and corny
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| And some of them will shake your hand less warmly
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| Outlook still stormy
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| Every sweeping saga from the here now to the here after
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| Tall tales around the campfire
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| Tragedies of fallen empires
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| And everything that will and won’t transpire
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| Sometimes it’s just too dire
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| Bollackal
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| Carrying our stories like DNA in hair follicles
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| Lugging chronicles like baggage handlers
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| I’m not sticking around
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| I’m shipping out with the ramblers
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| Collecting chapters of fractures and raptures
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| High on a cactus with a bunch of backpackers
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| Toasting backwards? |
| with a shot of Cacha’a?
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| But that’s another story
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| And I’ll tell it if you let me
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| But in the meantime just remember to forget me
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| Forget me this is all about you
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| Forget us this is all about you
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| Forget we this is all about you
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| We are just the siphon the sounds come through
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| Forget me this is all about you
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| Forget us this is all about you
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| Forget we this is all about you
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| We are just the siphon the sounds come through |