They told us no future and that's what we've got
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it don't seem so glamorous now
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our rags turned to rags, we never saw riches
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we lost them somehow
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Less than ordinary bargain baby
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in second hand charity chic
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although they've got nothing still it's worth trying
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to keep cheerful and cheap
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Oh look at you and me
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misfit society
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is this all we were meant to be?
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[Chorus]
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We need a breath of fresh air
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jump off the train to nowhere
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The faceless and nameless wanna be famous
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they've got to be out of their minds
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to crawl on the treadmill all the way up hill
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right to the finishing line
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Reach from the future, tell us we made it
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none of it went to waste
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give us the years, the days and the minutes
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backdated and back paid
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Fresh Air
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Vice Squad |