| I was alright
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| Till they took me off my medication
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| Started slagging off my generation
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| And I don’t know why
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| Well, this is a story not long ago
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| When the world got divided by what we vote
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| We’re not so far from World War 3
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| I think most the people here might be crazy
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| So fresh, the Prince of Polluted Air
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| Do you ever feel like your life just isn’t fair?
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| Well, I’m so poor, I can’t even pay attention
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| From the bottom of my heart, can’t get no redemption
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| I was alright
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| Till they took me off my medication
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| Started slagging off my generation
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| And I don’t know why
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| And now all night
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| Sitting talking 'bout a revolution
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| C-c-coughing up the p-pollution
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| And I can’t breathe right
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| Everyday, standing in the rain with a blank expression
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| I guess this is a lesson in lessons, I shoulda payed attention
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| Sixteen and you don’t know what to be
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| Spend nights out on the street with friends and just get beat
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| Well, I guess the rest will be history
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| Old folks' votes don’t cater for you and me
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| A friend in need is a friend indeed
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| But a friend selling Zs ain’t clever
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| I was alright
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| Till they took me off my medication
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| Started slagging off my generation
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| And I don’t know why
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| And now all night
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| Sitting talking 'bout a revolution
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| C-c-coughing up the p-pollution
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| And I can’t breathe right
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| Mind is spinning
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| My mind is spinning
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| Mind is spinning
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| M-m-my mind is spinning
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| I was alright
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| Till they took me off my medication
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| Started slagging off my generation
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| And I don’t know why
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| And now all night
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| Sitting talking 'bout a revolution
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| C-c-coughing up the p-pollution
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| And I can’t breathe right
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| And I can’t breathe right
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| I can’t breathe right
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| And I can’t breathe right
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| I can’t breathe right
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| And I don’t know why |