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Growing old, around these streets Never really felt quite like, like anything Expect nothing, and have the chance To really go somewhere, that you can't My love is exploitation Not a passing celebration And I don't want to feel Like a part of history Gonna' turn this town, upside down We can die well, in their eyes Just to feel Promises broken, at a quarter past five Burning fires, on the railway hillsides My love is exploitation Not a passing celebration And I don't want to feel Like a part of history And the grass is greener, on the other side That's where I want to be, somewhere that she can really see We all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming We all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming We all go out like we come in, kicking and screaming Letras de canciones My love is exploitation Not a passing celebration And I don't want to feel Like a part of history And the grass is greener, on the other side That's where I want to be, somewhere that she can really see From Letras Mania