| Living in lies by the railway line
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| Pushing the hair from my eyes
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| Elvis is English and climbs the hills
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| Can’t tell the bullshit from the lies
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| Screaming along in South London
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| Vicious but ready to learn
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| Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
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| Sometimes but always in vain
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| So I’ll wait until we’re sane
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| Wait until we’re blessed and all the same
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| Full of blood, loving life and all it’s got to give
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| Englishmen going insane
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| Down on my knees in Suburbia
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| Down on myself in every way
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| With great expectations I change all my clothes
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| Mustn’t grumble at silver and gold
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| Screaming above Central London
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| Never bored, so I’ll never get old
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| So I’ll wait until we’re sane
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| Wait until we’re blessed and all the same
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| Full of blood, loving life and all it’s got to give
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| Englishmen going insane
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| Down on my knees in suburbia
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| Down on myself in every way
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| Day after, day after day, day after
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| Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
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| Day after day, day after
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| Zane, Zane, Zane, Ouvre le chien
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| Day after |