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They told us no future and that's what we've got it don't seem so glamorous now our rags turned to rags, we never saw riches we lost them somehow Less than ordinary bargain baby in second hand charity chic although they've got nothing still it's worth trying to keep cheerful and cheap Oh look at you and me misfit society is this all we were meant to be? [Chorus] We need a breath of fresh air jump off the train to nowhere The faceless and nameless wanna be famous they've got to be out of their minds to crawl on the treadmill all the way up hill right to the finishing line Reach from the future, tell us we made it none of it went to waste give us the years, the days and the minutes backdated and back paid From Letras Mania