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Let's dance to Joy Division
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong,
But we're so happy
Let's dance to Joy Division,
And raise our glass to the ceiling,
Cause this could all go so wrong,
But we're just so happy, yeah we're so happy,
(…)
So let the love tear us apart;
I've found a cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,
Let the love tear us apart;
I've found a cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,(Let it tear us apart)
So let the love tear us apart;
I've found a cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,(Let it tear us apart)
Let the love tear us apart;
I've found a cure for a broken heart,
Let it tear us apart,
Let it tear us apart,
Let it tear us apart.
Let's dance to Joy Division,
And celebrate the irony,
Everything is going wrong
But we're so happy
Let's dance to Joy Division,
And raise our glass to the ceiling,
Cause this could all go so wrong,
But we're so happy, yeah we're so happy,
So happy,
Yeah we're so happy,
So happy,
Yeah we're so happy.
The words “Ian”, “Curtis”, “turn” and “grave” spring to mind. Also the words “shut”, “fuck” and “up”.
At least I no longer have to wonder if indie bands are shit these days or if I’m just getting old. Nope, they really are shit. |
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