Golden Years

British India

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    It makes me nervous and I know why
    This secret service this dead end guy
    And ever since I was a young man
    I've been waiting for right now
    Take off your name tag, push through the crowd

    I haven't seen you in months and months
    Been snorting diamonds and stealing cars
    And everytime I see you these days
    It feels like we never met
    I can't remember, I can't forget
    It's the angel complication
    You've got to get there your own way man
    Then you've just got to do it again
    It's the angel being questioned
    You've got to get there your own way man
    Then you've just got to do it again

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    I think about us now and then
    These golden years that we're drowning in
    We'll spend our whole lives trying
    To get to a place we don't want to be
    Take off your t-shirt, lie next to me

    It's the angel complication
    You've got to get there your own way man
    Then you've got to do it again
    It's the angel being wasted
    Reminding me one again, that I have no friends
    I'm alone and I'll end up as dead as everyone else
    It's the angel complication
    You've got to get there your own way man
    Then you've got to do it again
    It's the angel on the pavement
    She sings a song that lasts forever
    But I hate to remember
    I forget as hard as I can

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    Composition: British India

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