| Heaven’s confetti pelts down
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| We’re scattered like a toppled chess board
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| There’s a biblical queue for the money machine
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| And a stampede spat out the drugstore
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| And the blood pumps like an ambulance
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| Neon frying commuters blue
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| The everlasting roar of London
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| Is a wall that we all can walk through
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| I took a sip from the poison chalice
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| Well I’m in that transitional phase
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| Any brick can built a palace
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| And any dream’s a moonbeam away
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| Let us marvel at the mavericks
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| As I pour the dishwater down
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| And shake hands with that prick from school
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| Who’s still convinced that he owns this town
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| All my bloodymindedness
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| Left me puzzled at discos
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| I Disneyfied where I thought all this would eventually go
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| I remember you in his overcoat
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| He held you like you were the World Cup
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| In a hurricane of hearts and diamonds
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| I played 52 card pick up
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| All my bloodymindedness
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| Left me puzzled at discos
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| I Disneyfied where I thought all this would eventually go |