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Frank Turner
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Jason Moulster
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Nigel Powell
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Rachael Birkin
Rachael Birkin
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Coralie Rowbotham
Coralie Rowbotham
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Ben Lloyd
Ben Lloyd
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Frank Turner
Frank Turner
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Tristan Ivemy
Tristan Ivemy
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Frank Arkwright
Frank Arkwright
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Ben Lloyd
Ben Lloyd
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Let's begin at the beginning We're lovers and we're losers We're heroes and we're pioneers And we're beggars and we're choosers We're skirting round the edges of the ideal demographic We're almost on the guest list But we're always stuck in traffic We've watched our close associates Up and play their parts Chatting up the it-girls And they're tearing up the charts While we were paying with coppers To get our round in at the bar We're the C-Team, we're the almost famous Old friends of the stars Justin is the last Of the great romantic poets And he's the only one among us Who is ever gonna make it We planned a revolution From a cheap Southampton bistro I don't remember details But there were English boys with banjos Jay is our St. George, and he's standing on a wooden chair And he sings songs, and he slays dragons, and he's losing all his hair And Adam is the resurrected spirit of Gram Parsons In plaid instead of rhinestone and living in South London And no one's really clear about Tommy's job description But it's pretty clear he's vital to the whole damn operation And Dave Danger smiles at strangers, Tre's the safest girl I know And Zo and Harps will scamper up to victory in the city we call home We won't change our ways We will proud remain When the glory fades When the glory fades, yeah Yeah, I am sick and tired of people Who are living on the B-list Yeah, they're waiting to be famous And they're wondering why they do this And I know I'm not the one who is habitually optimistic But I'm the one who's got the microphone here so just remember this Yeah, well, life is about love, last minutes and lost evenings About fire in our bellies and furtive little feelings And the aching amplitudes that set our needles all a-flickering And they help us with remembering that the only thing that's left to do is live Yeah, the only thing that's left to do is live After all the loving and the losing For the heroes and the pioneers The only thing that's left to do Is get another round in at the bar
Writer(s): Francis Edward Turner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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