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    Manic Street Preachers Close My Eyes текст песни

    Close My Eyes

    I close my eyes and then I count to ten

    Shake some hands and then I feel ashamed

    I’m in control but I am out of time

    I’ve lost the need for any desire

    Any desire

    I had a vision but it slipped away

    Inherited goodnessit is here to stay

    It’s not about us anymore

    It’s not about us’bout us anymore

    I close my eyes and then I count to ten

    I open them and then I shut them again

    Look at the crowd and then forget my parts

    Back to memory and then back to the start

    Back to the start

    I’m back to the stuff that made us all

    Back to reality back to fuck all

    It’s not about us anymore

    It’s not about us’bout us anymore

    Close my eyes and then I count to ten

    Sign some papers and then they are my friends

    Attempt to make up and my skin aches

    Not even massage can make my body straight

    My body straight

    Count to ten and then pretend I’m home

    Just a job I get well-paid for

    It’s not about us anymore

    It’s not about us’bout us anymore

    I close my eyes

    I close my eyes

    I close my eyes

    I close my eyes



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