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Twenty seven years twenty seven years now Only thing I know I know that I don’t know how To please everybody all of the time ‘cos everybody’s always fucking changing their minds A little bit faded A little bit jaded Not gonna stop and I won’t be persuaded To write words I can’t believe in To see my face on a video screen I don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run ‘cos running’s the thing I’ve always done I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve done I’m a hungry heart I’m a loaded gun Twenty seven years twenty seven years done Written six hundred songs only twelve get sung Eighty seven thousand cigarettes have passed through these lungs And every single day I wish i’d never smoked one A week brushing my teeth and a week getting my haircut Eight years sleeping I’m still tired when I wake up A whole year eating and I still lost weight fuck Five proper girlfriends and five messy breakups Twenty seven birthdays twenty seven new years Thirty thousand quid just so I could have a few beers Ever dying old hopes Ever growing new fears Don’t know where I’m going but I know how I got here I don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run ‘cos running’s the thing I’ve always done I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve done I’m a hungry heart I’m a loaded gun I don’t know where I’m running but I know how to run ‘cos running’s the thing I’ve always done I don’t know what I’m doing but I know what I’ve done I’m a hungry heart I’m a loaded gun