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A fervored image of another world |
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Is nothing in particular now |
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And everyone is a clever clone[Incomprehensible] |
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And everyone is a clever clone |
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A chrome colored clone am |
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ISo 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, popscene, all right |
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I'm leaving town to run away |
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Run 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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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, popscene |
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Hey, hey, come out tonight |
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Hey, hey, come out tonight, popscene, all right |
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Hey, hey, come out tonight |
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Hey, hey, come out tonight, popscene |