| We have a random on the west side
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| Personality malfunction
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| He says I can’t give you anything at all
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| Just a room with a bad view of you
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| He sent a letter to a downstat
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| Saying sorry that I missed you
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| But I can’t think of anything to do He’s addicted to the time track
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| Oo-oo-oo, we have a technical (x2)
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| He’s in the hotel where they all go Saying me, I’ve lost my memory
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| It’s so surprising just how quickly things can end
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| Like a hero on a platform of friends
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| This table is so crowded
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| With people that I don’t know
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| And I never really turn my thoughts on you
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| So the image breaks down again
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| Oo-oo-oo, we have a technical (x2)
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| I suppose it’s very shady
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| At least until the lights go out
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| Advertising posters on the wall
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| And the young ones singing softly
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| Do they ever come back (do they ever come back)
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| Or is it always at the wrong time (is it always at the wrong time)
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| I could crawl around the floor just like I’m real
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| And move a hand in front of my eyes
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| Oo-oo-oo, we have a technical (x6) |