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Real Life (1978)
1978
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I've got this bird's eye view
and it's in my brain
clarity has reared
its ugly head again
so this is real life
you're telling me
and everything
is where it ought to be

I like your nerve
I like watching you
but I don't watch what I'm doing
got better things to do
so this is real life
you're telling me
now I'm lost in shock
your face fits perfectly

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I suspect you ain't so sweet
as the lust I'm concealing
my skin will crawl back home to Ma
I've lost my way in my feelings

You always collect your fists
when my shadow falls upon your hands
you're just giving body heat away
but they say you're a nice enough young man

I want to see you
don't you wont to see me?
I'm full of questions
you're full of mystery

You can touch yourself anytime
you can touch yourself anytime
so wretched - you are so fetching
stop smiling at me - treat me unpleasantly

You've got the whole world in your wardrobe
your furniture's made to injure me
my skin will crawl back home to Ma
when our souls mingle uneasily

I want to see you ...

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This and that, they must be the same
what is legal is just what's real
what I'm given to understand
is exactly what I steal
I wormed my way into the heart of the crowd
I wormed my way into the heart of the crowd
I was shocked to find what was allowed
I didn't lose myself in the crowd

Shot by both sides
on the run to the outside of everything
shot by both sides
they must have come to a secret understanding

New offences always in my nerves
they're taking my time by force
They all sound the same when they scream
they have to rewrite all the books again
as a matter of course

I wormed my way ...
Shot by both sides ...

'Why are you so edgy, Kid?'
asks the man with the voice
one thing follows another
you live and learn, you have no choice

I wormed my way ...
Shot by both sides
I don't ask who's doing the shooting
shot by both sides
we must have come to a secret understanding

we must have come to a secret understanding

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Dashing through Paradise
so polite in what I say
last in the one I'm in
I wont a world to give away

I know what's mine
you'll learn what's yours
I know what you want to see
you scratch my back
and I grow claws
falling in love awkwardly

Dancing in my own good time
my words stick out of your face
if you're not feeling so weak today
somebody will take your place

I know what's mine ...

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Once you had this promise
on the tip of your tongue
but it went without saying
it went on too long
all the straws you clutched at
have burst into flames
and so you smile that way
tantalisingly lame

The smart ones understood
how your heart bursts
like a bottle of champagne
your just desserts
the smart ones understand
you shouldn't settle for less
you're gonna forget yourself
In my happiness

Keep your silence to yourself - in my happiness
you will forget yourself - in my happiness

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I believe all that I read now
night has come off the corners
shadows flicker sweet end tame
dancing like crazy mourners
the man with the hotdogs sells lemonade
someone over there needs first aid
while me and the rest of the world
await the touch of the motorcade
no one finds time to turn a blind eye
you can't be too careful nowadays
and my friend says 'listen..
to the stupid things they're making you say'

Here comes the motorcade
moving so slow and hard
like a snake in a closet
holding sway in the boulevard
here is your man
all faces turn unanimously
the small fry who sizzle in his veins
in all security

In the back of his car
into the null and void he shoots
the man of the centre of the motorcade
has learned to tie his boots
in the back of his car
in the null and void he sees
the man at the centre of the motorcade
can choose between coffee and tea

In the boulevard - the motorcade hold sway

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Laughter staggers on
In between their gags
pounding their faces
he's on his last legs

I don't care to dance
I don't care to dance
I don't want to dance
I'm not going to dance

Angels twitch nervously
the brave and the bold weep
we all want to know who
we should pay tribute to

Hey good looker
hey good looker
you could tell me all about it
go on - tell me all about if
I know your secrets
I know your secrets
you could tell ...

I may have lost the thread
I was supposed to pull
may l say everyone
is irresistible

Everyone is irresistible
now I'm not sure which way I should turn
I can say 'Now I've seen everything'
at last there must be no more to learn

That's what you want to hear
sadly, also it's true
and I know all your ways
and I'm still hung up on you

Oh great beautician in the sky
your innocence just saddens me
I shall throw it all against the wall
take my pleasure in spite of if all

I know your secrets ...
Hey good looker ...
I could fall all night over you
Hey good looker ...
roses are red, violets are blue

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Time flies
Time crawls
Like an insect
Up and down the walls
The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me
The conspiracy
Of silence ought
To revolutionize
My thought
The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me
The cold light of day
Pours out of me
Leaving me black
And so healthy
The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me
It jerks out of me
Like blood
In this still life
Heart beats up love
The light pours out of me
The light pours out of me

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They will show me what I want to see
we will watch without grief
we stay one step ahead of relief
you tell me we've been praying
for a bright and clever hell
I think we've been forced to our knees but I can't tell

Sometimes I forget that we're supposed to be in love
sometimes I forget my position

It's so hot in here
what are they trying to hatch?
we must not be frail, we must watch
now that I'm out of touch with anger
now I have nothing to live up to
and I don't know when to stop joking
when I stop I hope I am with you

Sometimes ...

What on earth is the size of my life?

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