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All the boys are wearing their utility drag |
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The girls slip identikits from their utility bags |
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Some refugees from suburbia are laughing |
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Examining each other's gags |
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Vibrate on sulphate when it gets late |
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And their velocity begins to sag |
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Chorus: And it goes on all night, all night |
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And it goes on and on, the artificial life |
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Mary Mary got so confused |
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About the fusion game, what a game |
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Blunked on booze, she talks like a newsreel |
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She'll take up any kind of bleak exchange |
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She turned to perfection once |
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But realised she'd only turned to pain |
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She ran through divine light, chemicals, |
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Warhol, scientology, her own sex |
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Before she turned away (Chorus) |
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I've learned to be a stranger |
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I've learned to be a stranger |
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I've learned to be a stranger |
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I've learned to be a stranger |
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Stranger still |
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I should have left here years ago |
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But my imagination won't tell me how |
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This whirlpool's got such seductive furniture |
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It's so pleasant getting drowned |
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So we drink and sink and talk and stalk |
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With interchangeable enemies and friends |
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Trying on each other's skins |
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While we're dying to be born again. (Chorus) |