| We’re not strong enough
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| We’re not alone enough, or cold enough
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| Emotionally we’re not even old enough
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| Late at night, we’re in a video-game dream
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| There is no lover in this numbered scene
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| We summon every childhood ghost we’ve ever seen
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| Then suddenly we hear that Mike Post theme
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| Everything is all right (bong de bong)
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| We’ve prayed today (la-da-da-da-dah)
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| Everything is OK (bong de bong)
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| We’ve played today
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| Late at night on the underground train
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| Through endless suburbs in endless pain
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| Then deep in the tunnel under the London rain
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| Suddenly we hear Mike Post again
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| Everything is all right (bong de bong)
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| We’ve prayed today (la-da-da-da-dah)
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| If there really is a God (dong de bong)
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| We should be laid today
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| We watch those films
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| That make men cry
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| Young lovers kiss
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| Then fight and die
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| We start to yearn
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| We climb the vine
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| We have to face
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| The truth some time
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| But late at night we find the racing tame
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| We’re faced with women and a reality game
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| We feel alive; |
| we feel new and blind
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| We’re hearing Mike Post in the air this time
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| There comes a time in every little punk’s life
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| Where he has to right a song for his common-law wife
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| We make our women wait until they want to scream
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| But we can always whistle that Mike Post theme |