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another happy lad with dirty pictures plastered on the wall a british beach collection a classic alcoholic argument i don't want to see the sights there is nothing worse thank god i don't want to see the sights this bloody city i don't want to waste another year likewising oznes are falling from the sky in front of me i don't want to see the sights there is nothing worse thank god i told you not to see the sights so this is life you don't seem like history to me tell me i don't know are the bruises on your face stick on ones Songtextewhy don't i find out what you want there is never a place i have been through you're going to wind up with every sod and stall they are going to wind up with you and you, and you Aus Songtexte Mania