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Closing in on empty spaces |
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winners laugh too soon. |
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Their paper world with paper faces |
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beneath a paper moon. |
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There's a man |
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a real pace setter |
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coming after me. |
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And after him there's someone better |
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and after him there's me. |
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Oh well he'll offer you a cigaret |
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he'll offer you a light. |
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But he hasn't finished with you yet |
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on another long knife night. |
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So look behind you |
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there's the man you're chasing. |
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Look behind you |
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let's go human racing, human racing. |
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Let's go racing now. |
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Open arms and open purses |
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open season's here. |
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Well they fill your head with clever verses |
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and then they disappear. |
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Silent vowes in secret places |
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they'll get you somehow. |
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Cause you never win them human races |
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so who's the loser now. |
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Look behind you |
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there's the man you're chasing. |
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Look behind you |
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let's go human racing, human racing. |
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Let's go racing now. |
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Na na na na na na. |
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Human racing. |
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After me, after him. |
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Now na na now. |
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Who's the loser... |
