| In the back of a taxi cab in London town
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| It’s like watching TV with the sound turned down
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| Cause I can feel it I’ve got a buzzin' in my head
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| And I’m on my way
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| I see the kids deserting ships like shopping malls
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| On street corners they ignore their girlfriend’s calls
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| Cause they got plans now and tonight they won’t be home
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| All of this can be read
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| In my book of regrets
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| Don’t let it bring you down
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| Just wait 'til the morning comes
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| Sore necks and teenage wrecks in subway worlds
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| And torn tights when drag queens fight suburban girls
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| But they don’t care now 'cos they’ll soon be safe at home
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| All of this can be read
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| In my book of regrets
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| Don’t let it bring you down
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| Just wait 'til the morning comes
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| Under neon lights she walks home
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| Back to her apartment, oh a safe way
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| Harbored when she locks the door she could slip away
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| Looking out behind the curtains finding drugs she barely seems to notice
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| And the gas fire starts to buzz when the rain sets in
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| In the back of a taxi cab in London town
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| All passed out and dreaming on the underground
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| Yes I’m someone but I’m no-one all the same
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| All of this can be read
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| In my book of regrets
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| All of this can be read
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| In my book of regrets
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| Don’t let it bring you down
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| Just wait 'til the morning comes |