Imperial Bodybags — Manic Street Preachers: текст песни

Imperial bodybags, coming home in dribs and drabs Life is numbers, with doggy tags Filled with holes and coming back So come on up the sky? can't make out this line very well Never had a chance to wave goodbye Thrown away and unhappy Driven by hypocracy

Nothing's finished it just fades away Like a lover who has lost her faith Nothing's finished it just fades away Fades away

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And here we love the kids We're still human like everyone else I have no idea what this line is at all Stuck in school Always willing to stick by the rules

Nothing's finished it just fades away Like a lover who has lost her faith Nothing's finished it just fades away Fades away Fades away

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