| It’s all out on the streets today but you, you’ve found a place to hide
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| Too busy with the ratrace, you pass by on the other side
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| Yours is the face of the brand new Britain with blinkers on your eyes
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| Find yourself position and cling on for dear life
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| You’re so frightened, everybody’s so frightened
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| The papers tell of rape and murder, everything that you want to hear
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| Bad tidings on the radio — you find a way to name your fear
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| So you never pick up hitchhikers, never talk to strangers
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| Believe the world outside your bolted door is evil
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| You’re so frightened, everybody’s so frightened
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| You are just a victim of your own bad dreams
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| While people are the same as we’ve always been
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| But through the blindness in your eyes
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| For just one minute I see them shine
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| Love me. |
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| won’t you love me? |
| But they all turn away
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| You never fight for anything, you always turn your face away
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| And you never get involved in trouble let all evil have it’s way
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| So as the girl screams in the street below, you turn up the television
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| Perhaps you’ll see it on the news — well it’s nothing to do with you
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| You’re too frightened, everybody’s so frightened
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| Why is everybody so frightened? |