| At 17 you’re in a world of your own
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| You think that no-one quite understands
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| Your mother is telling you to stay at home
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| Your father has quite different plans
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| You’ve packed your bags and you’re ready to leave
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| Like so many times before
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| You leave the envelope on the kitchen table
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| As you turn the key of the door
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| I’m so sorry but you’ll never understand
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| But you’ve never had the problems that I’ve had
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| And I think that I can make it
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| But life is just a game
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| And I’m dealing all my aces
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| While I grit my teeth in pain
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| I’m not a casualty
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| (Hey boy)
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| I’m not a number
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| (Do you really care?)
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| I’m looking through glossy magazines
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| They make it look oh so real
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| But my life isn’t quite right just now
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| Who knows just how I feel
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| Another tube station and a false address
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| Know where to sleep tonight
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| Another false friend who smiles and smiles
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| And smiles through his evil eyes
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| I’m so sorry but you’ll never understand
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| But you’ve never had the problems that I’ve had
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| And I think that I can make it
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| But life is just a game
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| And I’m dealing all my aces
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| While I grit my teeth in pain |