| Now they’re crawling through the doors
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| Breaking up the chrome and smashing the chairs
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| Johnny hid by the amps, his head in his hands
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| Looking for powders and for his way home
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| And me, I’m still looking for you
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| Looking at that girl with the torn-up hair
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| And the boys were all very lonely
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| So they threw their platforms right down the stairs.
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| And it was back, way back in the Sixties
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| When all the rebels sold all their lies
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| Sold all their trash to castaway pilots
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| Who only had cash for some more drugs
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| And I just sat there, I just sat there waiting
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| For the chalet to fall right down
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| Into the ocean, like some kind of ritual
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| For all the boys I never ever knew.
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| And in the dark, the other side of the city
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| We’re walking around looking for the scene
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| And Johnny smiled, sensing the red lights
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| Pulled his act over and began to freeze
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| And me I’m so lonely, I don’t really feel it
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| Walking around could kill me off
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| And all the boys cried when they missed the party
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| They all got lost in the foyer of the Ritz.
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| Johnny smiles slowly, he knows all the answers
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| Sits with his arm out, he’s slung all the trees
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| Right in the graveyard by the side of the morgue
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| I bought a Lagonda-nineteen-fifty-two
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| We’re looking for something, the next best show
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| Practice guitar and watch all the cars
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| And those boys were all lost and quite lonely
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| They’re still circling round, round the wrong street.
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| And it was back, way back in the Sixties
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| When all the rebels sold all their lies
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| Sold all their trash to castaway pilots
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| Who only had cash for some more drugs
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| The Seventies changed, the only ones I’ve known yet
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| I was too young to remember the rest
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| I’ve taken the numbers, I’ve walked past the cafe
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| I’ll win you in the end 'cause that’s just too much. |