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As yet Untitled (Explicit) - COUNTERFEIT./Jamie Campbell Bower/Counterfeit
Written by：Jamie Campbell Bower/Counterfeit
We need more money
We need more time so we can get by
We need a single
And God knows that I've really tried
'Cause 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'd 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
'Cause 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
'Cause 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
'Cause 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
