| After a month our friendship wained
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| Cos you’re ambitions to a fault
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| Why did I let you in my brain?
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| Just look in these western eyes
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| I’ve been lost a time or two
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| Not knowing what is evil, oh
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| Or where to go
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| No prizes, no afterglow
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| Nothing left for you but kicks or consumption
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| Thought Japan was out of bounds
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| But oh, the boys just got to town
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| Oh no and it’s happening again
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| You and I have fallen out again
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| Empty skirts to the number ones
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| Why do I humour you in vain?
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| Just look in these western eyes
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| I’ve been lost a time or two
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| Not knowing what is evil, oh
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| Or where to go
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| No prizes, no afterglow
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| Nothing left for you but kicks or consumption
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| I was clawing at the windows when the wheels came off
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| European playground turned out far too much
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| She tells me other people get the best of me
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| So maybe she will never get the best of me
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| There must be a devil at the BBC
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| I’ve been lost a time or two
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| Not knowing what is evil, oh
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| Or where to go
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| No prizes, no afterglow
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| Nothing left for you but kicks or consumption |