You say that you'd rather be really poor
Than scratching, saving, scrimping all the pennies
Looking in the windows at what you can't afford
Always hungry, never starving

Ch: In no man's land the days are long

You say that you'd rather be really ill
Than just having headaches, never have no energy
All the little allergies and all the little pains
Never getting better, never getting worse

Ch: In no man's land the days are long

You say that you'd rather have no love at all
Than pathetic little words, half-hearted kisses
Never feeling anything, anything at all
Never no fire, never no passion

Ch: In no man's land the days are long

Do you believe you can come out
Fighting from your shellhole
Or do you run for cover every time
You hear a shot is fired in anger

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