Dirty Pretty Things - B.U.R.M.A. Lyrics

I know that you're out there
Born ready, but on the decline
To keep you from my thoughts
When we first broke the line

Do you remember like I remember?
Lost pursuits of excellence
The glory of the crowd

Lives of imperialists
Leave me with aching wrists
So no wonder you frown when you
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