DEPECHE MODE
USELESS by Martin Gore from Ultra, 1997
Transcription by PA Joachim Larsson, v94_lam@ce.kth.se 970419
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Well it's about time
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It's beginning to hurt
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Time you made up your mind
Just what is it all worth
All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down
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Watch the clock on the wall
Feel the slowing of time
Hear a voice in the hall
Echoing in my mind
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All your stupid ideals
You've got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground
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Here I stand the accused
With your fist in my face
Feeling tired and bruised
With the bitterest taste
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All my useless advice
All my hanging around
All your cutting down to size
All my bringing you down
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All your stupid ideals
You've got your head in the clouds
You should see how it feels
With your feet on the ground