| I don’t know, can’t you see
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| I’m just passing through, fast as you —
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| Don’t ask me
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| Careering out of control
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| Disappearing down the black hole
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| Careering — the white man’s soul
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| Stands stark naked in the floodlight glare
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| Stands stark raving on the strap
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| I’ve had the feeling that I’ve been there
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| But I can’t quite believe it
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| I don’t know, can’t you see
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| I’m just passing through, fast as you
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| So don’t ask me
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| Careering, simply day to day
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| Engineering everything I say
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| Careering for the work and the pay
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| I’m just a passenger passing through
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| I’m just an average chap
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| (We are normal.)
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| If I said I hadn’t got a clue
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| There’d still come the questions
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| I don’t know, can’t you see
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| I’m just another case of wasted space
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| So don’t ask me
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| Careering, my apprenticeship
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| No nearer than my pension slip;
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| Careering down the Cresta Run
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| I screw it up just like anyone;
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| Careering — pointless anyway
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| To do it just for the work and the pay
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| Look here:
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| I don’t know, can’t you see
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| I’m so near the end, get it straight, friend —
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| Don’t ask me
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| Don’t ask me
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| Don’t ask me |