| Half the kids who you grew up with,
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| Were pushin prams by the time that they were just sixteen,
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| If love is a drug then where is the cure,
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| For the girl who used to talk to you about her dream.
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| And all the boys with all their toys,
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| Couldnt see the signs as we scortched out eyes with nicotine,
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| And the grown ups said, listen to your head,
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| But our hearts were crying out for heroes on TV screens.
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| Now this song is about you,
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| Now this song is about…
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| Changes in your mind,
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| Changes in your life,
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| Changes in the times,
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| And the reason you can’t sleep at night,
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| Changes in your mind,
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| Changes in your life,
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| Changes in the times,
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| And the reason you gave up the fight.
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| Half the kids that arnt pushing prams,
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| Are pushing pills to boys and girls who are half their age
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| And the pubs and clubs are full of drunks,
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| They dont remember the day the were born or even their mum or the names.
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| An old man sings a tune but hes drowned out by a fight next to a fruit machine.
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| And all of this, our hearts, our nation,
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| A total lack of civilization, |
| Will it ever be the same?
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| Now this song is about you,
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| Now this song is about…
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| Changes in your mind,
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| Changes in our lives,
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| Changes in the times,
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| And the reason you we cant sleep at night,
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| Changes in our mind,
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| Changes in our lives,
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| Changes in the times,
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| And the reason we gave up the fight.
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| Now this song… is about, is about, is about you,
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| Now this song… is about, is about, is about you,
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| Now this song… is about, is about, is about you,
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| Now this song… is about, is about, is about you |