| Farther away
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| Can’t understand a thing you’re saying
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| Hallo Planet Earth I’m far away
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| Farther away
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| And I don’t like the games you’re playing
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| Hallo Planet Earth I’m far away
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| Somehow you’re in the bedroom and she’s in a neglige
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| Putting on a record by Valerie Dore
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| Then she lies back on the mattress and she lights a cigarette
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| And she asks you quite politely if you’d rather be inbed
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| And you wonder what she’s taken, and you wonder if she’s straight
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| And the other men she’s brought here, did she treat them all the same?
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| And listening to the record by Valerie Dore
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| You drift away
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| Farther away
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| Can’t understand a thing you’re saying
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| Hallo Planet Earth I’m far away
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| Farther away
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| And I don’t like the games you’re playing
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| Hallo Planet Earth I’m far away
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| She still seems strangely distant though you’re lying there so close
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| Tangled in the satin sheets, taking off her clothes
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| There’s a disco in the distance, and the drugs are kicking in
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| And you feel a bit self-conscious cos your body looks so thin
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| And you notice then quite suddenly through unexpected tears
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| That her eyes are metropolitan, like Amanda Lear’s
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| And listening to the record by Valerie Dore
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| You drift away |