Brenda and Eddie had had it already by the summer of ’75.

“It’s not your job to be as confused as Nigel.”

Do you wanna know, know that it doesn’t hurt me?

Games without frontiers, war without tears.

Somebody force me to care.

We all belong to everything.

All my favorite places, my city had been pulled down.

Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we’ll never find.

I’m not the kinda girl who gives up just like that, oh no.

Drunk on wine, I’m amazing.