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Nowhere Left To Go
03:52
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Meet and greet is your way in this environment you’re in
And you say what you need to say to make your five minute friends
But you don’t think about any form of consequence
Half of what you say isn’t real, but the other half they steal for their own ends
But don’t you love to keep on talking
Don’t you love to keep on talking
Don’t you love to keep on talking
Don’t you love to keep on talking
Keep on keeping up all your appearances in style
And as the ground slips beneath your feet, it strengthens your denial
Ignore it, it’s more important that you socialise away
And tell everyone how wonderful your life appears to be
Don’t you love to keep on talking
Don’t you love to keep on talking
Don’t you love to keep on talking
Don’t you love to keep on talking
And you roll the dice
As you look in their eyes
And talk about yourself
The more you gamble harder
You think you’re smarter
Than everyone else
And now there’s nowhere left to go for you
Your poker face was seen right through
And you’ve shown your hand around
Now there’s nowhere left to go for you
The walls had ears and we shed no tears
When you came crashing to the ground
Crashing to the ground
Ask yourself, was it worth it in the end?
Well, I made so many five minute friends
They see you calling and they don’t answer the phone
And you convince yourself that they’re simply not home
And now there’s nowhere left to go for you
Your poker face was seen right through
And you’ve shown your hand around
Now there’s nowhere left to go for you
The walls had ears and we shed no tears
When you came crashing to the ground
Crashing to the ground
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All The Same
03:42
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Say you’re a man of wealth and taste
Don’t let those lessons go to waste
I see rehearsal’s paying off
And now you’ll offer me a deal
Send me spinning on the wheel
And watch as it rolls over me
Call it what you want
It don’t matter what you say
‘Cause it’s all the same old bullshit
It’s just got a different name
Just like you and what you know
And what you claim to be your own
You’re just another humbug Judas
And you’re all the fucking same
You’re all the same
And you believe no one can tell
I’ve met you once, I know you well
But you still want to look for more
I’m more a number, not a name
And as you play your little game
Your time is running out, my friend
Call it what you want
It don’t matter what you say
‘Cause it’s all the same old bullshit
It’s just got a different name
Just like you and what you know
And what you claim to be your own
You’re just another humbug Judas
And you’re all the fucking same
You’re all the same
But it won’t be long
It won’t be long
It won’t be long
It won’t be long
Before we’re at a different stage
And you’re the rat trapped in the cage
And then we’ll see how smart you are
And maybe then you’ll start to see
The world around quite differently
We’ll see who’s scared to dare to dream
Call it what you want
It don’t matter what you say
‘Cause it’s all the same old bullshit
It’s just got a different name
Just like you and what you know
And what you claim to be your own
You’re just another humbug Judas
And you’re all the fucking same
You’re all the same
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Tracksuit Generation
05:14
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You see them out with their nose rings
You see them in their three stripes and their double chins
You’re the odd one out in the case that you’re
The only one without metal in your face
The girls with fake rings and fake tans
The lads who start a fight to prove that they’re a man
They lash out if you get too close
They prove a point by breaking each other’s bones
But what point did you prove?
We seem to wander through
These circumstances
We’re dancing
Through the fire
But we don’t learn
When we get burnt
Aren’t we mature?
It’s not easy when you’re
Born into
The tracksuit generation
Some might try hard to look cool
Some might try by working hard at school
Some might pray to be seen
By the gods of the TV and the magazine
Some think they can talk business
Some only talk with their switchblades and their fists
You’ve spilt some blood on the tracks
Spill some more for the value added tax
What point did you prove?
We seem to wander through
These circumstances
We’re dancing
Through the fire
But we don’t learn
When we get burnt
Aren’t we mature?
It’s not easy when you’re
Born into
The tracksuit generation
Now I don’t want to seem sentimental, but
Sometimes I dream about times when more than looks
And trends and fashions and dead celebrities
And stolen music, when life then starts to mean
Something more
I’m not quite sure
But it’s out there
I know it’s out there
Even if it’s a dream
Just a dream
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The Imports Leeds, UK
The Imports are an indie rock power trio from Leeds. They are rapidly building a reputation for delivering energetic live performances, with guitar and lyric driven songs, with sharp social commentary from the youth of recession ridden Britain.
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