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We need more money We need more time so we can get by We need a single and God knows I've really tried Cos London's calling and can you see the fear in my eyes? So scared of failure and that's what keeps me up at night Call it a blessing Well I say a curse So leave me out by the back of the hearse Raise your fist and look at the dying sun. Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone Without you the show will not carry on But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood Ain't got no future and we ain't got a cent to our name We got a message but really what's there left to gain? We may not make it, yet we can say we gave it a try With nothing ventured who knows where we's end up in time Call it a blessing Well I say a curse So leave me out by the back of the hearse Raise your fist and look at the dying sun. Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone Without you the show will not carry on But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood Raise your fist and look at the dying sun. Cos we, we stand, we stand up for everyone Without you the show will not carry on But try as I may I think they like the taste of my blood