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Last Exit On Yesterday – Manic Street Preachers

Dance to the Valentine, anthems that kill
Valium veins and eyes that sink
Lying down I want, want a brainwash trip
Don’t wanna wake next to your stretched skin

Your screaming so much that I feel sorry to breathe
I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed your disease

Hold your head up and pray for the sun
But rain keeps pouring on and on
Loveless, aloneless, life that just impails
As backs break thorns dig deeper in

Baby can’t have her little bit of love
Cos it’s wrapped up inside her lover’s gut
Lazy fat executive seller
Sway to the sound of another dead lover

So dull and tired, of his pretty face
Makes the truth seem easy but you’ve lost
Laugh at the TV, empty sell of life
Mundane exile it’s not of your choice

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Last Exit On Yesterday – Manic Street Preachers

Dance to the Valentine, anthems that kill
Valium veins and eyes that sink
Lying down I want, want a brainwash trip
Don’t wanna wake next to your stretched skin

Your screaming so much that I feel sorry to breathe
I wanna feel cold and I wanna bleed your disease

Hold your head up and pray for the sun
But rain keeps pouring on and on
Loveless, aloneless, life that just impails
As backs break thorns dig deeper in

Baby can’t have her little bit of love
Cos it’s wrapped up inside her lover’s gut
Lazy fat executive seller
Sway to the sound of another dead lover

So dull and tired, of his pretty face
Makes the truth seem easy but you’ve lost
Laugh at the TV, empty sell of life
Mundane exile it’s not of your choice

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