| I walked in the city at midday
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| It was empty and bare
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| I looked in the mirror at midnight
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| There was nobody there
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| You had become the very breath that I breathed
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| You were all I desired, my will to succeed
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| But now I know how it feels to be old
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| Out in the cold.
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| I walked in the city at midday
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| It was feeling the strain
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| I looked in the mirror at midnight
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| It was starting to rain
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| I sucked on your breasts, your legs opened wide
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| I could scarcely believe all the pleasures inside
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| But now I know how it feels to be old
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| Out in the cold.
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| Whoever believed in astrological signs
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| Under my eyes your name burns in the lines
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| For now I know how it feels to be old
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| Out in the cold.
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| I drew the blade across my wrist
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| To see how it would feel
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| Looked into the future
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| There was nothing to reveal
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| For we were just the product
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| Of the ever spinning wheel
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| Round and round we go
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| Round and and round we go.
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| When the screw has turned another turn
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| It’s not that I’m confused
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| But I’ve an awful lot to learn
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| But I will be the one
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| To make you work for what you earn
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| Round and round we go
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| Round and and round we go.
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| After all it’s just the revolution I despise
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| The dawn of revelations and the flower power prize
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| And I pity those poor children with no sunshine in their eyes
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| Round and round we go
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| Round and and round we go. |