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In the geginning there was nothing &, to be honest, that suited me just fine.I was three weeks late coming out of the wombIn no great rush to join the rest of mankindwhere there were:Further complications -further complications in store.I was not born in war-time &I was not born in pain or poverty.I need an addiction,I need an affliction;to cultivate a personality.I need some:further complications.Further complications in store.Your life is just a carrier-bag.The enemy without has now moved in somewhere else.If your parents didn't screw you up, why not do it yourself?Go fight your battles - go to a disco.You want to suffer? Go to a Rock Show.Do you follow me?Then follow me to:Letras de cancionesFurther complications - further complications in store.Your life is just a carrier-bag.Over-fill it and the straps will snap.& I used to think that people all chose lives they ledBut there's so many other choicesthat you've got to make instead.Don't write a novel; a shopping-list is better.It's a complicated Boogie & I don't know any better, baby.Further complications -further complications in store.Your life is just a carrier bag.Over-fill it and the straps will snap.Further complications - Further complicationsDo you follow me? From Letras Mania