| Joey puts her make-up on really well
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| She looks cool in the flashing lights
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| And all the boys gossip about the shape of her legs
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| On these muddled up and drunken nights
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| And if it’s all got to end up between the sheets
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| She can coo like a virgin dove
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| But really she just doesn’t want to be alone
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| And if you want you can call that love
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| M6 southbound roadside cafe on a wild wet and windy night
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| There’s a kid in a sleeping bag huddled in a corner, trying to beg a light
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| He’s got mum and dad tattooed on his arm
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| From when he thought that that would make it alright
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| He’s got hope and fear on his young boy’s face
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| Another innocent taking flight, saying
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| Ch: Give me some place that I can go
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| Where I don’t have to justify myself
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| Swimming out alone against this tide
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| Looking for family looking for tribe
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| They said go, get out, we’ve got our own lives to lead
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| Now that water is thicker than blood
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| And every house is divided into single flats
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| With their very own little welcome rug
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| The shopping mall it is teeming with life
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| Fighting for the goodies on the shelf
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| But there’s those funny old people on the escalators
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| Talking to themselves, saying
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| Ch: Give me some place that I can go
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| Where I don’t have to justify myself
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| Swimming out alone against this tide
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| Looking for family looking for tribe
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| Well I survive on my own for a while or so
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| Upon a whim or a bottle of wine
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| Just trying to make sense of these new surroundings
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| I only changed my name a couple of times
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| Please take me back Joey, I’m really sorry
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| Can we try to make a happy home?
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| But she’s gone with someone else and they’re starting a family
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| Trying for a clan of their own, so
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| Ch: Give me some place that I can go
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| Where I don’t have to justify myself
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| Swimming out alone against this tide
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| Looking for family looking for tribe |