| I’ve spent my life with some regrets
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| Between naked girls and gadgets
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| Trying to make the best of things
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| A clean breast of things
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| I clear my desk of papers but avoid
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| The little nest of naked Polaroids
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| I’m married now but can’t deny
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| I was a single man when I
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| Collected slides of girls
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| And hid them in this carousel
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| To shine for selfish pleasure on my wall
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| My slide projector lie detector
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| Shines the things I don’t remember
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| Seven metres tall
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| On my living room wall
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| My yesterdays you thought were dead
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| Are back to life forever
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| My word processor’s got a text corrector
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| That’s got a thing built in
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| That stops me when I try to enter lies
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| That prints the truth and cuts me down to size
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| My yesterdays you thought were gone
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| Spring back to life when you stumble on
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| A photograph I made
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| A duplicate tape on video 8
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| Of long-lost days I long ago erased
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| My slide projector lie detector
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| Shines the things I don’t remember
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| Seven metres tall
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| Across our living room wall
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| My video cassette recorder plays cassettes in rigid order
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| Scans for naked skin
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| Locate the index, hit slow motion, switch to playback
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| No fast-forwarding
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| My slide projector lie detector shines the things I don’t remember
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| Seven metres tall
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| Across our living room wall |