An officer and an english gentleman
Driving west to see who
Bad boys and painkillersTogether like peas in a podLook at
The clocks are brokenAnd my hair is changing colour nowAnd
I fall asleep to the national anthemTo break the spell
I can see all the things that used to be
The doorbell of your house still bears your name,But you'll
You're falling through the night and giving in to bad
I hear you've got some love to give awayAnd maybe
So men are still at war in this landFor certain
We got directions but nowhere to goSo should we start
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