| A favoured image of another worldIs nothing in particular now
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| And imitation comes naturallyBut I never really stopped to think how
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| And everyone is a clever clone
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| A chrome covered clone am I 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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| 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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| I`ll 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
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| Popscene!
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| Hey, hey come out tonight
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| Hey, hey come out tonight
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| Popscene, all right
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| Hey, hey come out tonight
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| Hey, hey come out tonight
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| Popscene! |