| Don’t talk of dust and roses
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| Or should we powder our noses?
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| Don’t live for last year’s capers
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| Give me steel, give me steel, give me pulsars unreal
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| He’ll build a glass asylum
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| With just a hint of mayhem
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| He’ll build a better whirlpool
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| We’ll be living from sin
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| Then we can really begin
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| Please saviour, saviour, show us
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| Hear me, I’m graphically yours
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| Someone to claim us, someone to follow
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| Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo
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| Someone to fool us, someone like you
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| We want you Big Brother, Big Brother
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| I know you think you’re awful square
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| But you made everyone and you’ve been every where
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| Lord I think you’d overdose if you knew what’s going down
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| Someone to claim us, someone to follow
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| Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo
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| Someone to fool us, someone like you
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| Someone to claim us, someone to follow
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| Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo
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| Someone to fool us, someone like you
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| Someone to claim us, someone to follow
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| Someone to shame us, some brave Apollo
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| Someone to fool us, someone like you
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| We want you Big Brother |