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Spitalfield - Channel Search lyrics
It's here, again I think we have a trend Wasting all our days down here Oh no, it's six, and his politics fix take my next 30 minutes away No work, no rent living in a basement We like to say we know the world Oh yeah, my friend, I'd walk you to the end But that's as far as this bus will go Tell me, tell me Have you ever though about it? Do you ever dream about more? Could you, could we Throw it away today? To find out what we're living for It's nine at night, another boring sight As the channel search goes on Let's go, we'll leave, there's nothing more to see Except this static television screen He stares, confused, not the least bit amused As if this world has left you so abused Oh yeah, my friend, I'd walk you to the end If that was a place you'd go Tell me, tell me Have you ever though about it? Do you ever dream about more? Could you, could we Throw it away today? To find out what we're living for This room is killing me This room is killing me Why can't you see what, this room, it does to me? We laugh, we smile, we're consequence free Oh yeah, my friend, I'd walk you to the end If that was a place you'd go Tell me, tell me Have you ever though about it? Do you ever dream about more? Could you, could we Throw it away today? To find out what we're living for |
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