Neil O'Connor
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It's hard to live in a factory city
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Auto metropole of the new kingdom come
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Where you can look out of the glass, sure
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And you can, maybe, glimpse the sun
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But imagination spans further than
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Fish and chips and beans from a can
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My father had last night
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And me?
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I don't know,
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I don't know what I want
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But I want it now
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I like to dress in rags
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and silks and things
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I wanna be someone else
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With a different name
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A different game
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a different taste and smell
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All my dreams go further than
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Alpha centauri
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I write myself into every story
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Heroes and villains well,
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They're my friends
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And me?
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I don't know,
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I don't know what I want
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But I want it now
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Well the boys around here
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act really weired
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They just want to get you tied down
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They never come to much
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they never have the touch
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They never want to leave this town
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Well I guess I'm lucky
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I've known a few exceptions
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Who don't get off on expectations
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All they need is the here and now
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And me?
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I don't know,
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I don't know what I want
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But I want it now
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I Don't Know
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Hazel O'Connor |