The Holloways - Re-Invent Myself Lyrics
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Re-Invent Myself
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What Are The Lyrics For Re-Invent Myself By The Holloways?
I can't stomach this variety
My plane is underneath my feet And I'm tired of your commercial needs And I can't follow ideology I'm proud of my attendancy I wear my jacket of insanity And I ain't gonna fall into the gap That kinda life is just a baited trap Since when was fashion a necessity I don't see anything we really need So why should I reinvent myself When the world that I see It will not change for you and me I can't follow our democracy They don't practice but I tell you they preach They don't learn but still they think they can teach And I think Mr. Blair is causing anarchy You can hear him singing, 'God Save The Queen' With a gaze just like a sex machine I'm sick and tired of all the hate and lies That seem to hang around the suit and ties I hate the underworld and I'll agree I don't see anything we really need So why should I reinvent myself When the world that I see It will not change for you and me So why should I reinvent myself When you take more than you need When this world was built on greed Sometimes I get all [Incomprehensible] just can't sleep So why should I reinvent myself When the world that I see It will not change for you and me So why should I reinvent myself When you take more than you need In this world that's built on greed |
Who Wrote Re-Invent Myself By The Holloways?
Bryn Fowler, David Healey, David Jackson, Rob Skipper
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