| See the strange boy keeping to the shadows
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| He’s a very good friend of mine
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| I’ve seen you running from the ladies
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| Don’t tell me you’re not that kind
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| I’ve got the time if you’ve got the money
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| Mister you’ll be pleased you’ll see
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| We’ll meet by the tubeway as the screamer cries eleven
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| And you can have your way with me
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| You’re gonna make me feel so cold
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| See my one love talking to the pretty boy
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| I never did like her taste
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| My skin is rubber on a skeletal body
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| I’m physically going to waste
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| Feel my eyes and the tongue of a killer
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| I’m a humanoid logic machine
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| Don’t touch me with your painted little fingers
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| 'Cos I know where they’ve been
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| You’re not gonna put those scabs on me
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| I must hide from a thousand grinning faces
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| All sucking from my crazy mind
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| Take a ride out in my imagery of ages
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| And heaven knows what you will find
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| I’ve no time for the chitter-chatter ladies
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| I’m so busy trying to break this wall
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| Hear my words 'cos emotion now is leaving
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| You see I’m really not a human at all
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| And I don’t think I wanna stay |