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Sub-Culture (Live at MIF) - New Order (新秩序)
Lyrics by：Bernard Sumner/Gillian Gilbert/Peter Hook/Stephen Morris
Composed by：Bernard Sumner/Gillian Gilbert/Peter Hook/Stephen Morris
One of these days
One of these days
I like walking in the park
When it gets late at night
I move 'round in the dark
And leave when it gets light
I sit around by day
Tied up in chains so tight
These crazy words of mine
So wrong they could be
What do I get out of this
I always try I always miss woah
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realize you can't shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt a little bit
Wanna be step
Wanna be step
I like talking in my sleep
When people work so hard
They need what they can't keep
Choice that leaves them scarred
A room without a view
Unveils the truth so soon
And when the sun goes down
You've lost what you had
What do I get out of this
I always try I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt a little bit
One of these days
One of these days
What do I get out of this
I always try I always miss
One of these days you'll go back to your home
You won't even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit
It's got to hurt a little bit
