He can remember hearing words of wonder
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"Failure is on the inside"
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so often does he wonder
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how hard it is without a guide
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This manipulator of crazes
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he can win any race that you name
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like a disease he comes in stages
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and affects everybody the same
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Chorus: He's just a body, a beat-up body
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He gets his kicks on a fatal crash
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And he carries a sign that screams
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"Red is a mean, mean colour !"
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He keeps his money under his mattress
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and his conscience in his pocket
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he heart runs on batteries
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he has two eyes to each socket
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Now here's a thing, a very silly thing
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he say's it's easy easy to make a million
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yeah, here's a thing, avery silly thing
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he say's you steal from a broken brazilian
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Chorus: He's just a body, a beat-up body
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He gets his kicks on a fatal crash
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And he carries a sign that screams
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"Red is a mean, mean colour !"
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Life's a game of colours and shades
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Llife's an ugly hue
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life's a pageant that we paint.
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Can you remember being South of Brighton
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head full of floating memories
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swimming to the Grey Horizon
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trying to escape the enemy
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Who can quote from a thousand young poets
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and with a flag on his backhe can shine
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who has a dream but can never show it
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who is drunk from the Mad Man's Wine
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Chorus: He's just a body, a beat-up body
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He gets his kicks on a fatal crash
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And he carries a sign that screams
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"Red is a mean, mean colour !"
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RED IS A MEAN, MEAN COLOUR
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Steve Harley |