| Your mind is like a junkyard
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| All entangled like a web
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| You leave the wrecks of other people’s lives
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| In a trail of tattered shreds
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| United Nations get-together
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| There’s one of every kind
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| Of broken hearted, disappointed souls
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| All the waste you left behind
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| You’re just a non citizen
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| Living in a city of fools
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| You’re just a non citizen
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| Living in a city of fools
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| Oh excommunication
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| You don’t enjoy a soul
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| Walk a mile above the others
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| Baby enjoying your lonely home
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| So keep your distance
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| Keep your cool
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| Laughing off your own blues
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| Fight for the right to remain uptight
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| You’re a sad and lonely loser
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| You’re just a non citizen
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| Living in a city of fools
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| You’re just a non citizen
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| Living in a city of fools
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| But you’re cool
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| You’re afraid to venture out on the streets
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| Where the warm society lives
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| You’re afraid to smile at anybody
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| It’s more than you’ve got to give
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| So fight on fighter
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| And lose loser
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| Love can drive you insane you know
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| Broken hearted disappointed soul
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| Your song remains the same
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| You’re just a non citizen
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| Living in a city of fools
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| You’re just a non citizen
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| Living in a city of fools
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| But you’re cool |