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Up on the catwalk, a big wheel is spinning |
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And dollars to deutchmarks, and pennies from heaven |
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And up on the catwalk, there's one hundred million |
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With letters from thousands that say ``just who are you?'' |
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There's one thousand names that can spring up in my mind |
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But you'd call it blackmail and that's just not my kind |
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And up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk |
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And i don't know why |
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I will be there, i will be there, i will be there |
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I will be there, i will be there |
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Up on the catwalk there's street politicians |
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That crawl in from broadway, say then who are you |
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And up on the catwalk there's one thousand postcards |
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From montevideo, say that i'll be home soon |
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Get out of bombay and go up to brixton and look around, to see just what is missing |
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And up on the catwalk, girls call for mother and dream of their boyfriends |
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And i don't know why |
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I will be there, i will be there, i will be there |
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I will be there, i will be there |
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Tonight, under the crystal light, i'll tell you everything i need |
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Tonight, under the crystal light, surrender everything to me |
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Up on the catwalk, and you dress in waistcoats |
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And got brilliantino, and friends of kim philby |
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You float through the night time, like manna from heaven |
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But what, what do i know, and just what do i know |
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And up on the catwalk, in sweat that glistens |
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And i don't know why and i don't know why |
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I don't know why |
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I will be there, i will be there, i will be there |
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I will be there, i will be there |
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Tonight, under the crystal light, i'll tell you everything i need |
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Tonight, under the crystal light, surrender everything to me |
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Angel angel angel angel |
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Ah huh ah huh ah huh ah huh |
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One thousand names that spring up in my mind |
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One thousand names that spring up in my mind |
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Like deodata, michaelangelo, robert de niro, so many others |
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Natasia kinski and martin luther - there's room for others, away from me |
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Up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk |
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I don't know why. |
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Words & music : james kerr, charlie burchill, mel gaynor, derek forbes, michael macneil (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission |
