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Nag Nag Nag Nag by Art Brutالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

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Wet trousers in the washing machine,
But I'd rather be damp than seen in jeans.

I'm grown up now but refuse to learn
That those were just adolescent concerns.
I'm possibly missing something
Someone should have told me.
A record collection reduced to a mixed tape,
Headphones on I made my escape.
I'm in a film of personal soundtrack.
I'm leaving home and I'm never got a come back.

I'm learning lyrics from the CD inlay
To impress people with the stupid things I say.

I'm grown up now but refuse to learn
That those were just adolescent concerns.
I'm possibly missing something
Someone should have told me.
A record collection reduced to a mixed tape,
Headphones on I made my escape.
I'm in a film of personal soundtrack.
I'm leaving home and I'm never got a come back.

I used to have a bedroom to hide in,
But now I'm outside deciding.
Older but wiser,
This song's the decider.
Is it the sound of a man wrestling with emotion,
Or the sound of him losing
And causing commotion?
I'm nothing to my peers,
But envy and hatred.
How many girls have they seen naked?

I'm grown up now but refuse to learn
That those were just adolescent concerns.
I'm possibly missing something
Someone should have told me.
A record collection reduced to a mixed tape,
Headphones on I made my escape.
I'm in a film of personal soundtrack.
I'm leaving home and I'm never got a come back.

Writer : IAN STUART WILSON, CHRISTOPHER WILLIAM HAMMANS WARD, FRIEDERIKE SIEPE, MICHAEL BREYER, EDDIE ARGOS
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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