| All the boys are wearing their utility drag
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| The girls slip identikits from their utility bags
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| Some refugees from suburbia are laughing
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| Examining each other’s gags
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| Vibrate on sulphate when it gets late
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| And their velocity begins to sag
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| And it goes on all night, all night
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| And it goes on and on, the artificial life
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| Mary Mary got so confused
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| About the fusion game, what a game
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| Blunked on booze, she talks like a newsreel
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| She’ll take up any kind of bleak exchange
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| She turned to perfection once
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| But realised she’d only turned to pain
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| She ran through divine light, chemicals, Warhol, scientology, her own sex
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| Before she turned away
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| I’ve learned to be a stranger
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| I’ve learned to be a stranger
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| I’ve learned to be a stranger
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| I’ve learned to be a stranger
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| Stranger still
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| I should have left here years ago
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| But my imagination won’t tell me how
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| This whirlpool’s got such seductive furniture
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| It’s so pleasant getting drowned
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| So we drink and sink and talk and stalk
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| With interchangeable enemies and friends
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| Trying on each other’s skins
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| While we’re dying to be born again |