A fervoured image of another world
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Is nothing in particular now
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And imitation comes naturally
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But I never really stopped to think how
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And everyone is a clever clone
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A chrome coloured clone am I
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So in the abscence of a way of life
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Just repeat this again and again...and again
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Hey, hey come out tonight
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Hey, hey come out tonight
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Popscene, all right
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I'm leaving town to run away
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Run into your twisted arms
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No queues and there's no panic there
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Just dangling your feet in the grass
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My lack of natural luster now
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Seems to be losing me friends
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So in the abscence of a way of life
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Just repeat this again and again...and again
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Hey, hey come out tonight
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Hey, hey come out tonight
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Popscene!
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Hey, hey come out tonight
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Hey, hey come out tonight
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Popscene, all right
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Hey, hey come out tonight
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Hey, hey come out tonight
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Popscene!
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Pop Scene
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