| Down, down, they pause and walk away
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| Even in the streets your feet don’t move
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| See their faces through the Perspex
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| Turn to stare back up at you
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| You--your eyes are green and mine are blue
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| In the subway darkness I am watching you
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| Oh, my, my, you are so sci-fi,
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| Please will you let me ride?
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| Johnny, riding on the monorail
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| Johnny, riding on the monorail
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| Monorail
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| You--you know that life is terminal,
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| It’s the Paris Pullman in your mind again
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| Eyes like cameras move their lenses
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| Take this dream I offer you
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| Johnny, riding on the monorail
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| Johnny, riding on the monorail
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| Johnny, riding on the monorail
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| All we cannot see we call invisible
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| Tracks that move on pylons through the sky
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| Oh, my, my, you are so sci-fi
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| Please will you let me ride?
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| Johnny riding on the monorail
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| Johnny riding on the monorail
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| Johnny riding on the monorail
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| Johnny on the monorail
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| Johnny on the monorail
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| Johnny on the monorail
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| Johnny on the monorail (Johnny goes home…)
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| Johnny on the monorail (Johnny goes home…)
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| Johnny on the monorail |