Lyrics: Locksley. 21st Century.

Such a rebel in a three-piece suit
Two inches higher in his Beatle boots
Travelling parties like a loaded gun
Cocked & shooting off all night long

Trying to __ lately, oh Lord don't hate me
Can't tell a lie to the woman that made me, oh no
Oh no, it's you

And a lie's not a lie if they know it ain't true
And you know it ain't true if it's coming from you, oh no
Oh no, it's you

We are coming together, we are falling apart
Reaching the end, only the end of the start
Taking the pictures to remember the times
Remember the times when we were young in our life

He's a Magnum for the jukebox scene
Drinks and powder and the 'Village Green'
Passing the cable and we choose the tune
Old to your parents but fresh to you

Out on the pavement, making a statement
Got everything but a method of payment, oh no
Oh no, that's me

And the whole world's glowing at the change you made
But nothing feels different than yesterday, oh no
Oh no, that's me

We are coming together, we are falling apart
Reaching the end, only the end of the start
Taking the pictures to remember the times
Remember the times when we were young in our life

I've got memories of things I've never done
Some from when I'm older, some from when I'm young
I've got best friends that I never get to see
I hope I find the time, I hope they find the time for me

We are coming together, we are falling apart
Reaching the end, only the end of the start
Looking at pictures to remember the times
Remember the times when we were young in our lives

Nothing works out just like the plans we made
Nobody gives, and if you want it you take
Everything's changing and that's fine with me
21st century, 21st century
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