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the toasts
Of days gone by, breaking every haunted scheme confusing thoughts with fantasy.
This is the modern world, this is the modern world, this is
came from
She's waiting for me

So I make my way
Through long winding country roads
But my heart still beats
For my home and my English rose

I
cannot come home.
Because there is a guard standing by the door.
by, doin' what she can
She is free to be, what she wants to be
And all she wants to be, is a modern girl
Na na na na na, na na na na na, na na na na na
teeth still in our bones
You'll find us lying in your beds we'll invade your homes
We're sick of modern art
We're sick sick sick of modern art
Famous
When Johnny comes
Marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
A woman's eye will shed a tear
To see his face so beaten in fear
An' it
by, doin' what she can
She is free to be, what she wants to be
All she wants to be, is a modern girl
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
wrong
Even if it's only for awhile
I'm alright if I can see you smile
You're an old-fashioned girl at home in the modern world
The night's just right
When Johnny comes marching home again
He's coming by bus or underground
A woman's eye will shed a tear to see his face so beaten in fear
It's just
"Tonight I'm gonna stay at home and watch my TV"

I don't build my world 'round no single man
But I'm (she's) gettin' by, doin' what I (she) can
I (she
English language courses
While they struggle with the a be see of heart

And I confess
That all I've learnt
Has been learnt a million times
By every
by my side 

She was sweaty and hairless, 
Glistening and careless 
I guess same with me, looking as good as I can 
Ain't going home yet, 
Ain't
I hope all my days
Will be lit by your face
I hope all the years
Will hold tight our promises

I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty house is
I hope all my days
Will be lit by your face
I hope all the years
Will hold tight our promises

I don't wanna be old and sleep alone
An empty
Oh well Rose stood uncovered, the great English pride,
Her master and keeper were close by her side;
They let them away and the crowd cried,
It's holiday 
A modern day 
A day to change your life 
Make it new and bright 
But bitterness abounds 
By people all around 
They bring him
We are bound by this modern age. Number rules you. Social insecurity. Turn to non-entities. We are bound by this modern age. I was told too many things
Vancouver
Vancouver, I'm coming home

Now, there was a pretty girl I knew before I left Vancouver
And we walked hand in hand by English Bay
And she told
you are going clothes won't help
Stay at home with TV set

Be my toy
Come on have a bet
We live on blood
We are Sparta F.C.

Cheap English man
In a quiet street washed by the rain, the room within the home.
A lonely man sits cheek to cheek, with unique designs in chrome.
The mellow years
they desired 

(chorus) 

The English were surrounded by the French who came to fight 
With love for England the mutineers turned to fight with all
He was raised in the English way
His daddy taught him respect, he taught him how to pray
They sent him off to boarding school
Where he learned how
down
Is by an English riverside

I traced these rivers from the cities to the seas
To remind me of what I already know
I traced the shorelines
you saw, see all you can see,
As you get fucked by your own liberty now
If love is a taxi, the devil would drive
If hatred is English, then I'm speaking
little then he'd ask for more

In the month of August the boss man told us
No union man for him could work
We stood by Larkin and told the boss man