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No Time for Tears

The morning after the revolution

PC 1525 told me there was no real solution

Bruised ribs and a ripped up jacket

Money all in the road, sat by with a big fat Mac

Screaming while I'm on my way homeWe're gonna get out the city

We're gonna get out the way

We've got cash in the kitty

We're gonna get on a planeWe're gonna get out the city

We're gonna get out the way

We've got cash in the kitty

We're gonna get on a plane

Gotta get on, gotta get onThere's no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There's no time for tears

When you live in the real worldGettin' back to a empty flat

Hacked up and even more

Screwed up wrappers from a take away dinner

Scattered all over the floor

This isn't glamorous, it's not rock and roll

This is England on a Saturday night

This is a nation's soulWe're gonna get out the city

We're gonna get out the way

We've got cash in the kitty

We're gonna get on a planeWe're gonna get out the city

We're gonna get out the way

We've got cash in the kitty

We're gonna get on a plane

Gotta get on, gotta get onThere's no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There's no time for tears

When you live in the real worldThere's no time for tears

When you live in the real world

There's no time for tears

When you live in the real world

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