| I’ve been dreaming of, sex, drugs and violent retribution
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| Of sound and noise pollution
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| The forgotten revolution
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| I’m not singing a solution I’m just, trying to get something done
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| These songs about friends and times they were few
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| Songs about the future and of course
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| A line or two, for each of you
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| And I, I miss dying, coughing up blood and flying
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| And if you stay sane with both feet on the floor
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| What were you always kicking up dust for?
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| And I don’t wanna work no more
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| No I don’t wanna work no more
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| I’m gonna make you so proud of me
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| I’m gonna make you so proud of me
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| I hope we live on through postcodes
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| 'Cause only god knows where next I’ll go
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| And I’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me
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| And girls that I barely know
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| I’ve been looking up
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| Not at much but it’s enough
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| There’s hope in homelessness, home in being hopeless
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| And the winds fly in from the coast
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| Remind us to make the most of every chance we get to dance with ghosts of
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| alphabets
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| And as he wrapped his hands around my neck
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| All I could see was you touch his leg
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| And neither makes me all that eager
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| 'Cause it won’t be too long til my body is gone
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| And I don’t wanna work no more
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| No I don’t wanna work no more
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| I’m gonna make you so proud of me
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| I’m gonna make you so proud of me
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| And I don’t wanna work no more
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| No I don’t wanna work no more
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| I’m gonna make you so proud of me
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| I’m gonna make you so proud of me
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| I hope we live on through postcodes
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| 'Cause only god knows where next I’ll go
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| And I’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me
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| And girls that I barely know
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| When men get older they laugh less
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| Even dogs wag their tail when they’re close to death
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| But I’m going down with my hands by my sides
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| Eyes open wide, and a puppy dog smile
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| And we’re not all that fast
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| What we lack in speed we make up with complete disregard for sleep
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| And I don’t wanna work no more
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| I’m gonna make you so proud of me
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| I’m gonna make you so proud of me
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| I’m gonna make you so proud of me
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| I’m gonna make you so proud of me
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| I’m gonna make you so proud of me
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| I hope we live on through postcodes
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| 'Cause only god knows where next I’ll go
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| And I’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me
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| And girls that I barely know
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| I hope we live on through timezones
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| 'Cause only god knows where next I’ll go
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| And I’ll always sing for people who will not arrest me
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| And girls, girls that I barely know |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Postcodes (For People Who Will Not Arrest Me), artist - The Smith Street Band. Album song No One Gets Lost Anymore, in the genre Иностранный рок