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Found myself in a strange town |
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Though I've only been here for three weeks now |
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I've got blisters on my feet |
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Trying find a friend in Oxford Street |
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I bought an A to Z guide book |
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Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs |
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But when you ask in a strange town |
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They say don't know, don't care |
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And I've got to go, mate |
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They worry themselves about feeling low |
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They worry themselves about the dreadful snow |
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They all ignore me 'cause they don't know |
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I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs |
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You've got to move in a straight line |
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You've got to walk and talk in four four time |
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You can't be weird in a strange town |
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You'll be betrayed by your accent and manners |
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You've got to wear the right clothes |
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Be careful not to pick or scratch your nose |
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You can't be nice in a strange town |
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'Cause we don't know, don't care |
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And we got to go, man |
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Rush my money to the record shops |
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I stop off in a back street |
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Buy myself a snort |
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We got our own manifesto |
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Be kind to queers |
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And I'm so glad the revolution's here |
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It's nice and warm now! |
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I've finished with clubs where the music's loud |
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'Cause I don't see a face in a single crowd |
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There's no one there |
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I look in the mirror |
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But I can't be seen |
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Just a thin, clean layer of Mister Sheen |
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Looking back at me |
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Oh, oh |
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Found myself in a strange town |
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Though I've only been here for three weeks now |
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I've got blisters on my feet |
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Trying find a friend in Oxford Street |
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I bought an A to Z guide book |
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Trying to find the clubs and YMCAs |
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They say don't know, don't care |
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And I've got to go, mate |
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They worry themselves about feeling low |
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They worry themselves about the dreadful snow |
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They all ignore me 'cause they don't know |
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I'm really a spaceman from those UFOs |
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Strange town |
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Break it up |
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Burn it down, shake it up |
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Break it up |