| He says he doesn’t care
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| To the girl with the painted hair
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| And staggers through the angry crowd
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| Like it isn’t there
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| Feels like a wall of sound
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| As he crashes down
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| No-one stops to look
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| When he hits the ground
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| We’re the nouveaux rich
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| On a one way tip
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| Living out on a razor’s edge
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| Just to get our kicks
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| We’re gonna take a stand
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| 'Til the world is in our hands
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| And if we win or lose
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| We don’t give a damn
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| Hollow people living empty lives
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| Looking vacant in the neon lights
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| Who need the truth when you can live a lie
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| Can’t stop now it’s too late
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| Cos we’re running blind
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| 'Til the end — comes like a thunder
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| Yeah, and we all fall under
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| No-one gives a damn
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| Come on now — let’s meet the end
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| He tries to make it home
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| Head like a block of stone
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| His eyes so closed up now
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| His arm so full of dope
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| There’s nowhere left to run
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| He cries out but no-one comes
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| In the back of some dark alley
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| He dies alone
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| Hollow people living empty lives
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| Hearts feel nothing in the neon lights
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| Feelings here are so cheap these days
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| No-one really cares
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| If we lose of if we win
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| Yeah, were the angry youth
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| Yeah, don’t wanna be like you
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| Yeah, we do what we want
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| 'Til we wanna die
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| Yeah, we’re the nouveaux rich
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| Yeah, we gotcha in our grip
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| There’s no escape for you
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| 'Cos we’re running blind
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| We’re so angry
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| We’re just so angry
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| Angry
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| We’re all so angry
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| In the end |