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The morning after, the revolutionP.C 1525 told me there was no real solutionBruised ribs and a ripped up jacketMoney all in the roadSat down with a big fat macScreaming 'what about my way home?'We're gonna get out the cityWe're gonna get out the wayWe've got cash in the kittyWe're gonna get on a planeGotta get onGotta get onThere's no time for tearsWhen you live in the real worldThere's no time for tearsWhen you live in the real worldGettin' back to a empty flatHacked up and even moreScrewed up wrappers from a take away dinnerScattered all over the floorThis isn't glamorousIt's not rock and rollThis is England on a Saturday nightSongtexteThis is a nation's soulWe're gonna get out the cityWe're gonna get out the wayWe've got cash in the kittyWe're gonna get on a planeGotta get onGotta get onThere's no time for tearsWhen you liveIn the real worldThere's no time for tearsWhen you liveIn the real worldThere's no time for tearsWhen you live in the real worldThere's no time for tearsWhen you live in the real worldThere's no time for tearsWhen you live in the real worldThere's no time for tearsWhen you live in the real world Aus Songtexte Mania