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News in this city breaks without pity
Long after the war has ended we're still in fatigues
Up against it
The higher you fly the further you fall
Up against it
Wondering why we fought after all
Such a cold winter with scenes as slows as Pinter
Synchronize your watches there's still time to kill
Up against it
Drinking this swill to sweeten the pill
Up against it
The more that it hurts that less that it works
Wrapped in nostalgia to queue for a show
Back to Trafalgar one kiss then I'll go
So deep in quicklime the bones of an old crime
I knew a man who raked them over
He's still suffering
Up against it
Buried so deep it gives me the creeps
Up against it
The longer you hate the more that it grates
Up against it
Look left then right and run for your life
Up against it
The more that it hurts the less that it works
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