Letras: Blur. Modern Life Is Rubbish. Advert.

{Food processors are great}

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I feel foul mouthed as I stand an' wait for the underground
And a nervous disposition doesn't agree with this
I need something to remind me that there's something else

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With all the people who are waiting
There never seems to be one
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You need a holiday somewhere in the sun
With all the people who are waiting
There never seems to be one
Say something, say something else
Go on, say something, say something else
Say something, say something else
Say something, say something else