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Random Manic Street Preachers lyrics, every few hours
There by the grace of God
December 9, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Stranded helpless, endlessly.
December 9, 2025 at 4:32 PM
'Cos nothing fits like it used to fit.
December 9, 2025 at 2:32 PM
I mapped out a journey to reach my broken heart. Before I even started the plan began to fall apart.
December 9, 2025 at 12:31 PM
Keep the curtains drawn all day; the mirror is a trap that fails.
December 9, 2025 at 10:31 AM
And see the love in Richard Gere's eyes.
December 9, 2025 at 8:32 AM
How could four become so strong yet break and leave too soon?
December 9, 2025 at 6:31 AM
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to.
December 9, 2025 at 4:31 AM
Tiny massive hands, emphatic lonely soul.
December 9, 2025 at 2:31 AM
Gorbachev - celibate self importance; Yeltsin - failure is his own impotence.
December 9, 2025 at 12:31 AM
I've lived enough to kill.
December 8, 2025 at 10:30 PM
My secret hidden love, dear Stephen, please come back to us; I believe in repentance and forgiveness.
December 8, 2025 at 8:30 PM
All your rebellion, corporation-owned. You need your stars; even killers have prestige.
December 8, 2025 at 6:29 PM
And leave all this material belief
December 8, 2025 at 4:28 PM
Dark is a way, light is a place
December 8, 2025 at 2:28 PM
City reflections pour out misery. We don't count 'cause we hate.
December 8, 2025 at 12:28 PM
Going now so happy and so loose, making bigger holes in my stomach.
December 8, 2025 at 10:27 AM
Life has been unfaithful, and it all promised so so much
December 8, 2025 at 8:25 AM
Solitude the one thing that I really miss, guess my life is a compromise.
December 8, 2025 at 6:25 AM
Archives Of Pain: I wonder who you think you are.
December 8, 2025 at 4:24 AM
Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow, say where you're coming from, say what you have left us
December 8, 2025 at 2:23 AM
We need to go to war again.
December 8, 2025 at 12:23 AM
Progress is a comfortable disease that brought us down to our knees, not to pray but to cry and wish while painting portraits of our loneliness.
December 7, 2025 at 10:22 PM
Power love and money, confession recession.
December 7, 2025 at 8:22 PM
Tightly bound to a rigid dogma, will they last or take us under?
December 7, 2025 at 6:22 PM