| The year of big government taking over
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| The river gleams with sunlight
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| New wave bliss under patchy fog tonight
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| The strands of your hair fell
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| Opened your eyes, the start of a spell
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| The perpetual-movement gleam in your eye
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| Cutting your hair, length of your stride
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| Plain, so plain
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| Just look the other way
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| Do you want to stay and stay with me?
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| Walk home from work, bitter and cold
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| No 4X4s spinning out of control
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| But nothing much gets over these mountain tops
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| Snow in the street and the moon in the sky
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| Is like a fish’s eye, scaly and grey
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| Its rays and this cigarette are lighting my way
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| I walk home from, it’s bitter and cold
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| And I’ll never know what it’s like to grow old
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| You’re plain, so plain
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| Just look the other way
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| Do you want to stay and stay with me? |