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And that's another thing

I baulk as I'm chalking a cue

We're post-punk, post-truth, post-Europe, post-youth

Post-modern, post-faith and God, and post-post too

As music with nothing to say plays on the radio

Snooker myself more in tryin' to pull off something bolder

If everything's behind us, where's the point in growing older?

I think too much about everything

Am I losing touch of this game I'm in?

I don't know

Now he's picking a pocket

Forcing me cause a scene

All words are infective, all memories selective

Yeah, the proof is in my Putin, as truth crumbles the perspective

I think too much about everything

Am I losing touch of this game I'm in?

I know I think too much about everything

And I'm losing touch

I'm losing touch

I know I think too much about everything

And I care too much about what I think

'Cause I regret every time I drink*

When it turns me into

It turns into someone I hate...

P.S. *The word drink can be anything we use or abuse...

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