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Everytime (BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge)

I Hate That It's True

Любимая моя

They move our cities like plastic armies on a Sunday board,
Rolling dice with hurricanes, betting oil against the poor.  
Three velvet thrones, one neon globe, they toast to secret maps—  
We’re the change they count as “losses,” we’re the lines they redraw last.

But pity the king who plays alone,  
Who fears the chorus of stones and phones.  
We tune our rage to ringing steel strings.

Raise your hands, not fists—let the skyline sing.  
Light floods iron hearts when a billion voices ring.  
No bullet kills a question, no wall erases dawn—  
Paper generals, hear us: your game is over, we play on.

They mint new flags like crypto coins to hike the market fear,  
But freedom’s hacked the firmware, we’ve patched the signal clear.  
The children chalk our slogans where the tanks once parked in rows,  
Their laughter jams the airwaves, turns sirens into crows.

History’s cursor blinks—  
Write more than debts and kings.  
Ink it with untaxed dreams,  
And share the file for free.  

One world, one song
Your war is wrong


Paper Generals (take 1)

*Originally written and performed by The Script*

Support The Script: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/science-faith-bonus-track-version/id413449587

Lyrics:

She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart,
While I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar,
And we don't know how,
How we got into this mad situation,
Only doing things out of frustration

Trying to make it work but man these times are hard,

She needs me now but I can't seem to find the time,
I've got a new job now on the unemployment line,
And we don't know how,
How we got into this mess
Is it a God's test?
Someone help us 'cause we're doing our best,

Trying to make it work but man these times are hard

But we're gonna start by
Drinking old cheap bottles of wine,
[Clean version:] Sit talking up all night,
[Explicit version:] Shit talking up all night,
Saying things we haven't for a while
A while, yeah,
We're smiling but we're close to tears,
Even after all these years,
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time

[x3:]
Oooooo

She's in line at the DOLE*
With her head held high (high)
While I just lost my job but
Didn't lose my pride

But we both know how,
How we're gonna make it work when it hurts,
When you pick yourself up,
You get kicked to the dirt,

Trying to make it work but,
Man, these times are hard,

But we're gonna start by
Drinking old cheap bottles of wine,
[Clean version:] Sit talking up all night,
[Explicit version:] Shit talking up all night,
Doing things we haven't for a while,
A while yeah,
We're smiling but we're close to tears,
Even after all these years,
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time.

Ooooo
[x3]

Yeah...
Drinking old cheap bottles of wine,
[Clean version:] Sit talking up all night,
[Explicit version:] Shit talking up all night,
Saying things we haven't for a while,
We're smiling but we're close to tears,
Even after all these years,
We just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time

Ooooo,.. yeah, for the first time
Ooooo,.. oh, for the first time,
Yeah for the first time,
(Just now got the feeling that we're meeting for the first time)

[x4]
Oh these times are hard,
Yeah, they're making us crazy
Don't give up on me baby

Everytime (BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge)

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