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A fervoured image of another world |
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Is nothing in particular now |
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And imitation comes naturally |
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But I never really stopped to think how |
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And everyone is a clever clone |
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A chrome colored clone am I |
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So in the absence of a way of life |
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Just repeat this again and again and again |
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Hey, hey come out tonight |
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Hey, hey come out tonight |
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Pop scene, all right |
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I'm leaving town to run away |
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Right into your twisted arms |
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No queues and there's no panic there |
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Just dangling your feet in the grass |
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My lack of natural luster now |
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Seems to be losing me friends |
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So in the absence of a way of life |
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I repeat this again and again and again |
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Hey, hey come out tonight |
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Hey, hey come out tonight |
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Pop scene |
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Hey, hey come out tonight |
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Hey, hey come out tonight |
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Pop scene, all right |
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Hey, hey come out tonight |
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Hey, hey come out tonight |
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Pop scene |
