Texty:
Manic Street Preachers Postcards From A Young Man

To feel forgiveness, you gotta forgive Do you see the stars or the darkness begin? You fight your war, I fight for my life You pay your dues, and I'll

I am so lucky I think that I survived I am what I am, my body belongs to me My work will set me free and fulfill my dreams A new economy embraces the

too involved The platitudes just interludes To break the trust with me and you Oh, what a shangrila Oh, what a shower we are Oh, what a mess we've made

be poisoned and you will not make me cry I've cleansed my ugliness and cleansed my paranoia The winner takes it all, my baby teeth are gone Into a better

I think I've found it And I think I love it Buried in the dirt Hiding from the light So I walked to the sea Threw a pebble in for you and me A day of

find some kind of nothingness Still and lonely like an old school photograph Laid yourself out under the stars Some peace, some rest so don't be sad A

against it every single day These are the postcards from a young man They may never be written or posted again These are the postcards from a young man

we let it all crumble To safeguard our rights to make us more "human" Oh this country is but an empty shell A clearing house for heaven a clearing house

ve all become so sad and lost So sad So sad and lost A billion balconies facing the sun A billion faces turned to their screens The perfect answer to camouflage our screams A