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Don't speak to me of changing scenes |
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Or what you saw in magazines |
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I've watched your change |
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Follow every move, oh |
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A dancing clown |
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Where design turns you round |
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To spend a lifetime keeping hold |
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Of slipping years and not get old |
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You hear the cry but can't be told |
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You're only chasing |
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After a fashion |
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After a fashion |
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After a fashion |
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Hey ho, you wear it well |
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And if you felt the sympathy |
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And if you saw what othres see |
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Through different eyes |
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You might see something true, new |
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An emtpy shell |
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With no taste and no sell |
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You try the stance of those you know |
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But dance the dance of those below |
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You lost your grip but won't let go |
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You know you're chasing |
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After a fashion |
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After a fashion |
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After a fashion |
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After a fashion |
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Hey ho, you wear it well |
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After a fashion |
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After a fashion |
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Hey ho |
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Hey ho |
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Hey ho you wear it well |
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Hey ho you wear it well |
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After a fashion |
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After a fashion |
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Hey ho, you wear it well |
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After a fashion |
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After a fashion |
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Hey ho, you wear it well |
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After a fashion |
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After a fashion |
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Hey ho, you wear it well |
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After a fashion |
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After a fashion |
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Hey ho, you wear it well |