| Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
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| This supermarket life is getting long
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| What is the heart life of a colour TV
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| What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
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| Ooh western woman
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| Ooh western girl
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| News hound sniffs the air
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| When Jessica Hahn goes down
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| He latches on to that symbol
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| Of detachment
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| Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
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| The celebrity of the abused shell the belle
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| Ooh western woman
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| Ooh western girl
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| And the children of Melrose
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| Strut their stuff
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| Is absolute zero cold enough
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| And out in the valley warm and clean
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| The little ones sit by their TV screens
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| No thoughts to think
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| No tears to cry
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| All sucked dry
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| Down to the very last breath
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| Bartender what is wrong with me
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| Why I am so out of breath
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| The captain said excuse me ma’am
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| This species has amused itself to death
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| Amused itself to death
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| Amused itself to death
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| We watched the tragedy unfold
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| We did as we were told
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| We bought and sold
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| It was the greatest show on earth
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| But then it was over
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| We oohed and aahed
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| We drove our racing cars
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| We ate our last few jars of caviar
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| And somewhere out there in the stars
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| A keen-eyed look-out
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| Spied a flickering light
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| Our last hurrah
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| And when they found our shadows
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| Groups 'round the TV sets
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| They ran down every lead
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| They repeated every test
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| They checked out all the data in their lists
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| And then the alien anthropologists
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| Admitted they were still perplexed
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| But on eliminating every other reason
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| For our sad demise
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| They logged the only explanation left
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| This species has amused itself to death
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| No tears to cry
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| No feelings left
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| This species has amused itself to death
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| Amused itself to death |