| I wake up every day
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| To find her back with me
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| Screaming my name through the astral plane
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| In this catalogue town, she takes me down
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| Down through the platinum spires
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| Down through the telephone wires
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| And we shake it around on the underground
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| And like a new generation, rise
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| And like all the boys in all the cities
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| I take the poison, take the pity
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| But she and I, we soon discovered
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| We’d take the pills to find each other
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| Oh, but when she is calling
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| Here in my head
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| Can you hear her calling
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| And what she has said?
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| Oh, but when she is calling
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| Here in my head
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| It’s like a new generation calling
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| Can you hear it call?
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| And I’m losing myself
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| And I’m losing myself to you
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| Losing myself
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| And I’m losing myself
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| I wake up every day
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| To find her back again
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| Breeding disease on her hands and knees
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| While the styles turn and the books still burn
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| Yeah, it’s there in the platinum spires
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| It’s there in the telephone wires
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| And we spread it around to the techno sound
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| And like a new generation, rise
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| 'Cause like all the boys in all the cities
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| I take the poison, take the pity
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| But she and I would soon discover
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| We take the pills to find each other
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| Oh, but when she is calling
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| Here in my head
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| Can you hear her calling
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| And what she has said?
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| Oh, but when she is calling
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| Here in my head
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| It’s like a new generation calling
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| Can you hear her call?
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| And I’m losing myself
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| And I’m losing myself to you
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| Losing myself
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| And I’m losing myself to you
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| To you
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| To you
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| To you |