| I looked in the mirror then
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| Saw my face in a dream
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| With eyes sharp as diamonds
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| Blessed with clear vision
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| Things were not as they seemed
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| Black and white television
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| Stared back from the wall
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| Is that my life?
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| Am I here at all?
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| Down in the high road, see
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| Motor cavalcades glide
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| Past shopwindow dressers
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| Desperately covering
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| All the parts they can hide
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| Black and white television
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| Stares at me again
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| Is that their lives?
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| Even dummies pretend
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| The truth is so hard to deny
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| The answer is here
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| The screen never lies
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| Black and white television
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| It’s the right television
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| Show me it’s all a dream tonight
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| The boys on the corner sulk
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| In their suzuki haze
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| In primary colours
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| (each year more startling)
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| But they still fade to grey
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| On black and white television
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| It’s sweeping the land
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| Is that your life?
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| Do you understand?
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| The truth is so hard to deny
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| The answer is here
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| The screen never lies
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| Black and white television
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| Back the right television
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| Black and white television
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| Hard to fight television
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| Show me it’s all a dream tonight |