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Manic Street Preachers Lipstick Traces A Secret History Of Manic Street Preachers Disc 1

vigilantes Forever ever delayed Forever ever delayed From the city to the sea Will you all come follow me To a place where we are free Not tied to

Blessed be the blade Blessed be the scythe Dionysos against the crucified Blessed be the blade Blessed be the scythe Dionysos against the crucified

Oh the road is beautiful The wall is a reason for you to believe There's too many numbers for us to sleep The wall is a reason for you to believe

had a chance Like a dream stretched way too far All this time such a debt to the city I don't know who's the real enemy This is a socialist serenade

digest Xenophobia or general disinterest I must catch up with all this stuff They call me a boring fuckhead They say I might as well work in a bank

and true Brutal and mocking but always there A crutch for emnity's saddest glare I wish that someone would hold me Wrap their arms around a shrinking

scrape our lives until we are bought Screaming comatose with blackboard chalk Siphoned minds suck a wallet full of love Spitting out a language I

Obedience to the law is free desire Under curfew from neon barbed wire Wasting away this country, wearing like a born dead Free heroin shots for those

I've lost the power to eat Idle and out of touch in Europe Nothing's gone and nothing's changed All that was before will still remain It's too late to learn a