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Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now when I need you?
Alone on an aeroplane
Fall asleep against the window pane
My blood will thicken
Gotta wash myself again
To hide all the dirt and pain
'Cause I'd be scared
That there's nothing underneath
Who are my real friends?
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking this low?
We don't have any real friends, no, no no
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish that something would happen
Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the CIA
The tanks and the whole of the marines
To blow me away
To take me sky high
Baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties
I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish that something could
I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race
I want to live and breathe
I want to be part of the human race, race, race, race
With permission: Writer(s): Philip James Selway, Edward John O'Brien, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Thomas Edward Yorke, Colin Charles Greenwood Copyright: Warner/Chappell Music Ltd.