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Things a'int what they used to be..
but then they never were.
You talk of better times..
to me they're all a blur.
You think we've had our fun..
but we a'int started yet.
You've got it all sewn up..
but we a'int placed a bet.
What they used to be etc.
Things a'int what they used to be..
you're techni-coloured dreams..
are seeing better days..
and ripping at the seams.
Respectfully I say you've had you're chance to change..
Don't run to me if this all looks,to you,too strange.
Chorus
A conversational point for us to share about a future where..
We're looking back on now with shiney eyes ..You know you can't
compare.
Remember all the good that keeps you sane..You know it never
rains.
Umbrella in your head will keep you dry..until we next get high.
Chorus + Brass
Things a'int what they used to be
but then they never were
You talk of better times..
to me they're all a blur.
You shake your head at now and seem to take no blame..
You made the future then..
to me it's all the same.
A conversational point for us to share about a future where..
we're looking back on now with shiney eyes..you know you can't
compare.
Umbrella in your head will keep you dry..so we never learn..
Memories of our past of brighter crimes..will we ever burn?...ever burn?...ever burn?...ever burn?...ever burn?...etc...etc...
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