| The superfly guy that you’re courting now
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| Used to be a super-swot
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| And the clothes he thinks look retro
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| Are more 'Land That Time Forgot'
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| And if he knows where he was standing
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| When J.F.K was shot
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| Chances are though time’s passed him by He’s still standing within yards of that spot
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| So if your hangover feels like the dart board
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| Whilst the Christians hit bulls-eye
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| And paranoia that self-employer
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| Is following in heavy disguise
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| Off goes intelligence to join high tide
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| To drift with all the things we let go Only tidal wave could possibly save
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| All we let go with the flow
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| Let go with the flow
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| Books we may have written, we don’t know
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| Let go with the flow
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| Some enchanted city we wont go He who used to float like a butterfly once
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| Is floating like a glorious moth
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| And the flygirls you hung around with then
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| Are lucky if they even take off
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| Dresses and skirts you thought were in Everyone a dust-rag or dishcloth
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| Like every flat beer that they serve around here
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| We all start life as fabulous froth
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| So why do you work yourself that hard
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| When you don’t even like the job?
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| Why do you hate the small-time thief
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| When it’s your own time you’ll always rob?
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| Off goes intelligence to join high tide
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| To drift with all the things we let go Only tidal wave could possibly save
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| All we let go with the flow
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| Let go with the flow
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| Books we may have written, we don’t know
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| Let go with the flow
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| Some enchanted city we wont go |