| Well the walls are turning yellow like a smokers tooth,
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| Cold as a call girls smile in a phone booth,
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| Baby pigeon starving on the side of the roof,
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| Nothing’s changed,
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| Sometimes words don’t say enough,
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| Sometimes silence says too much,
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| Too close for comfort but too far too touch,
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| Nothing’s changed,
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| Sun still shiny in the play ground,
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| Water still running like a grey hound,
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| My heads still drumming when I lay down,
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| Nothing strange,
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| We still rattle round the same town,
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| Like two little stones in a coke can,
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| Like two lost kids at a fairground,
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| Nothing’s changed,
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| Car alarms ringing in the dead of the night,
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| Drunk man singing in the morning light,
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| Too brave to fall but to scared to fight,
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| Nothing’s changed,
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| Sun still shining in the play ground,
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| Water still running like a greyhound,
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| My heads still drumming when I lay down,
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| Nothing strange,
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| We’re just dancers waiting in the wings,
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| Ain’t no answers blowing in the wind,
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| Ain’t no saint no sin,
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| And nothings changed. |