| Stop talking, stop speeding
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| We’re believing everything we’re reading
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| Still chasing empty words
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| Only there to chase the dollar bill and back to the news
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| Sunday morning, the papers say
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| That my luck was gonna change for good this time
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| The rumours run, we guard the times
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| Against the Independent Sun
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| We scream for words, the story’s out
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| And all before your day’s begun
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| Show our darkest hours
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| There under the spotlight
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| Who will be the star
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| Who will win the prize fight
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| Read the headlines every day
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| Did a killer run amok on Broadway
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| Stop talking, it’s all been said
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| We’ve been addicted and we hunger for the very next line
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| Monday morning, the paper told me
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| That the world would maybe end but that’s old news
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| The city, the pressure
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| See celebrity and crime together
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| Stop talking, it’s all been said
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| So many stories and it makes you wonder
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| They’re all the same but just a different colour
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| We’ve been addicted and we hunger for the very next line |