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Текст (слова) песни: Manic Street Preachers - Epicentre
Lyrics by nicky wire, music by james dean bradfield and sean moore
We use ourselves like politicians
For all the money and indecision - indecision
Indecision
Feels like theres no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhere
Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
Non-existent energy adrenalin my god
Still clinging to the umbilical chord - umbilical chord
Im breaking and Im shaking - so delete the feeling
Beneath the real thing - delete the feeling - delete the feeling
Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
It is my epicentre
It is my epicentre
Im sleeping myself away
Into the blurred life of yesterday
Im tip-tip-a-tapping tip-tip-a-tapping
My nerves are destroyed
Feels like theres no escape
Except through my hate
Second hand germ warfare
Denied oxygen everywhere
Like a stunned fox - with memory loss
A sad numb creature - I worship the painkiller
This is my epicentre
This is my epicentre
You dont drink - you dont get high
So make sure you take your medicine boy
You dont drink - you dont get high
So make sure you take your medicine boy
This is my epicentre
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