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My beautiful boys all got old.
All that potential spent imprudently
The greatest guitarist
Makes fake plastic guns
For imaginary heroes
Who live with their mothers
Out of touch yesterday men
Lambert and Butler
Dirty plates
Lost and alone
A PC, flickering
What happened to the girls, man?
Where's Kym? Where's Dawn? Where's Claire?
Where's Kym? Where's Dawn? Where's Claire?
Where did they go with all that hope?
Why would they stay for this, though?
Warm lager. Cold chips
We were skinny, hopeful, bright once
Whatever it was, it left
We aren’t living in that bright future any more.
This is the kingdom our habits made
I regret nothing except all the mistakes and laziness
Needless hangovers and rows
Self-sabotage
Lacked ambition
Skiving
Not finishing anything
Phone calls to bosses - 'I've got a migraine, I can't come in today.'
Hungover and stinking of booze
Wrong change for the wrong bus to get to the wrong job in the wrong town
Impostor syndrome
Missed chances
Tim had it right:
'Self-confidence is all you need.'
I regret nothing except all the mistakes and laziness
Needless hangovers and rows
Self-sabotage
Lacked ambition
Skiving
Not finishing anything
Phone calls to bosses - 'I've got a migraine, I can't come in today.'
Hungover and stinking of booze
Wrong change for the wrong bus to get to the wrong job in the wrong town
Impostor syndrome
Missed chances
Tim had it right:
'Self-confidence is all you need.'
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