| I’ll see you in the castle
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| At the corner of Wigmore Street
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| We’ll take a drink, and maybe think
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| Seek a sordid place where we can meet
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| More forgotten people, rain still teeming down
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| That’s all there is to do
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| In this desperate and dismal town
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| But I still I keep on comin'
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| I daisy-chain my life away
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| Gotta keep on doing nothing
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| Till the call on Judgement Day
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| Got no religion, just living hell
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| If I had money, I’d drop it all in the wishing well
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| Stand in the doorway, wait for a man to come
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| Got no religion, and my life’s just begun
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| Waiting for next Sarurday night
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| When it all kicks off
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| I got a date with miss Ludo, Ludovica Nabokov
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| Nothing happened last weekend
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| I guess it never will
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| It stays the same if I don’t change
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| There is no panacea pill
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| But I still I keep on comin'
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| I daisy-chain my life away
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| I try to keep on doing nothing
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| Till the call on Judgement Day
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| Got no religion, just living hell
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| If I had some money, I’d drop it all in the wishing well
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| Stand in the doorway, wait for a man to come
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| Got no religion, and my life’s just begun
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| Got no religion…
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| I try to change most everything
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| I even change my name
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| I change my clothes, and I change my friends
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| But I end up still the same
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| «Change must come from within»
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| That’s what the man has said…
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| «Willingness is all you need, son
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| — you're old, but you’re not dead»
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| And still it keeps on comin'
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| I daisy-chain my life away
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| I try to keep on doing nothing
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| Till the call for Judgement Day
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| Got no religion, nowhere to run
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| Got nothing going, and I still can’t feel the sun
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| Wait for a new day, a Messianic dawn
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| Same terraced houses, with their cold curtains drawn
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| Got no religion, just living hell
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| If I had some money, I’d drop it all in the wishing well
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| Stand in the doorway, wait for the man to come
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| Got no religion, and my life’s just begun
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| Yeah, my life’s just begun!
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| Got no religion… |