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NME Presents: The Essential Bands
Disc 1
01. When You Were Young
02. America
03. Monster
04. Chelsea Dagger
05. When the Sun Goes Down (live)
06. Bang Bang You’re Dead
07. Lonely at the Top
08. Suzie
09. You Can Have It All (Ian Brodie remix)
10. The Fallen
11. Gold Lion
12. Lost and Found
13. 22 Grand Job
14. X-Ray
15. Make Her Cry
16. Get Myself Into It
17. Ice Cream
18. London Bridge
19. Woman
20. House Party at Boothy’s
Disc 2
01. Chasing Cars
02. Is It Any Wonder
03. She Moves in Her Own Way
04. Trains to Brazil
05. Harrowdown Hill
06. Blackened Blue Eyes
07. Albion
08. Nature’s Law
09. So Here We Are
10. When the Night Feels My Song
11. Accident and Emergency
12. Young Folks
13. Ticket to Immortality
14. Rocky Took a Lover
15. 1
16. Writers Block
17. You’re Gonna Lose Us
18. Send in the Boys
19. Sea of Trouble
20. Elusive
Don't walk the plank like I did
You will be dispensed with
When you've become
Inconvenient

Up on Harrowdown hill
Near where you used to go to school
That's where I
That's where I'm lying down

Did I fall or was I pushed?
Did I fall or was I pushed?
Then, where's the blood?
Then, where's the blood?

But I'm coming home, I'm coming home
To make it all right, so dry your eyes
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it

So don't ask me, ask the ministry
Don't ask me, ask the ministry
We think the same things at the same time
There are so many of us, so you can't count
We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us, so you can't count

(Dry your eyes) can you see me when I'm running?
Can you see me when I'm running
(Dry your eyes) away from them?
Away from them

(Dry your eyes) I can't take the pressure
No one cares if you live or die
(Dry your eyes) they just want me gone
They want me gone

But I'm coming home, I'm coming home
To make it all right, so dry your eyes (dry your eyes)
We think the same things at the same time
We just can't do anything about it
We think the same things at the same time
There are too many of us, so you can't
There are too many of us, so you can't count

It was me leading to the backroom, Harrowdown hill
It was me leading to the back on Harrowdown hill
It was a slippery, slippery, slippery slope
It was a slippery, slippery, slippery slope
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me slipping in and out of consciousness
I feel me (dry your eyes)