Modern Life Is Dead

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Now I know jealousy

I caught you talking to the real me

Can't tell you how unhappy that shit makes me

If you hear him calling, promise you'll ignore him

He's kind of my enemy

Whenever I'm on to something good you see

He always waltzes in to spoil it for me

And I can see him starting, want to break my heart

Then that's the way to do it

Glass-bottomed ego

It's still afloat but can't you see the
cracks appearing in the base?

There ain't no ejector seat

When you're longing for the sweet
smell of self-esteem

And you've got yourself as a backseat driver

Spilled the un-spillable beans
And I dreamed every single
impossible dream

I just can't remember any of the details

Let's just have a buzz because by the time I'm done fucking beating myself up
There'll be nothing left to love

I feel like the sequel

You wanna see but you were kinda hoping they would never make
Yeah

I'm the mystery man that's been unmasked

I'm getting caught in my own trap

I'm leaning in to kiss the past goodbye

Yeah
I'll be leaving now, I'm making tracks

And I doubt that I'll be coming back

Oh the night is young, baby make it last
Cause you know it's growing up so fast

Glass-bottomed ego
I'm still afloat but can't you see the cracks appearing in the base?

Songwriters: Alex Turner
The Bourne Identity_The Last Shadow Puppets

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