here's the eighth of the seven wonders, here's the [pay back] without a crime
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here's to all the baby-shit so major at the time
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from the last of the great pretenders to the new television age
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and the few who still remember passion over rage
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we changed, we didn't even try
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we opened up our mouths (for) telling all those lies to ourselves
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and everybody helps
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CHORUS:
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'cos we're just wanters not needers, hypocrites and cheaters, this is the news of the world
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pseudo-heroes masturbating our egos, this is the news of the world
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the news of the world...
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I could hide in the foreign legion, I could live in the south of France
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I could pick a thousand reasons, given half the chance
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but the pricks are the whole world over, every sex, every colour of skin
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maybe we're just too far gone to shake the mess we're in
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we changed, we didn't even try
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we opened up our mouths for telling all those lies to ourselves
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and everybody helps
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CHORUS
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take me far away from it all, the news of the world
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(what's next?) I got my bills to pay
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(what's next?) I need a holiday
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(what's next?) I got police upon my back
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(what's next?) internal politics
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(what's next?) some humans make me sick
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the fakes the judges liars greed
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the laws that judge the life I lead, the fucked up shit that I don't need
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wanters(x4)
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CHORUS
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the news of the world(x4)
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{plus odd stuff and various laughterˇ¦}
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News Of The World
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