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Positive Touch (1981)
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Sitting in a front room
Nothing ever gets done
Then someone opened the door

Lying in a corner
Just by the window
Till someone opened the door

Fascination
But what did he say?
Fascination
What did he say?
Fascination
But what did he say?
Fascination
What did he say?

Instead of being outside
I'm always looking inside
Then someone opened the door

Everything was changing
I wasn't even standing
When someone opened the door

Fascination
But what did he say?
Fascination
What did he say?
Fascination
But what did he say?
Fascination
What did he say?

And he was to see her by a parking meter
She was to make him a man
All sorts of places, visiting faces
He remembered the shape of her hand
And he was to see her by a parking meter
He was to make her a man
All sorts of places, visiting faces
He remembered the shape of her hand

But what did he say?
But what did he say?
But what did he say?
But what did he say?

Sitting in a front room
Nothing ever gets done
Then someone opened the door

. . .


So sad to see you've got silver
She's going to break your dancing heart
Nothing good lasts forever
And sometimes nothing starts

Julie Ocean, always on fire
Julie Ocean, crazy desire

You can't scratch her serious anger
Or touch her sensitive mood
Watch her faking her power
Smiling sweetly as she would

Julie Ocean, always on fire
Julie Ocean, crazy desire

That's typical girl
Now, that's typical girl
That's typical girl

Julie Ocean, always on fire
Julie Ocean, crazy desire
Julie Ocean, always on fire
Julie Ocean, crazy desire

. . .


From the other side of the wall
You don't have to get out of bed this morning
That's what it said on the radio

Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy
Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy

Something will happen without warning
Now you don't have nowhere else to go

Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy
Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy

Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes, back to me

From the other side of the wall
I dozed off and thought I was probably dreaming
Then something must have thrown me on the floor

Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy
Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy

Suddenly my girlfriend started screaming
I knew this had never happened before

Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy
Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy

Here it comes
Here it comes
Here it comes, back to me

Surprise surprise
Surprise surprise
Surprise surprise

From the other side of the wall
From the other side of the wall

Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy
Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy
Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy
Stop complaining boy, your life's too easy

. . .


What's wrong with us little girl?
Unsafe in our own stupid world
We're always catching some train
Careering us back where we came

A drop in the ocean, making us sweat
Hear another notion, shaking us yet
This crisis of mine

What's wrong with millions today?
If no one's got nothing to say
As one more secret explodes
Succeeding what nobody knows

A drop in the ocean, making us sweat
Hear another notion, shaking us yet
This crisis of mine

I don't feel fine
In this crisis of mine
I don't feel fine

What's wrong with us little girl?
Dreaming in our own stupid world
Recurring again and again
Our face on the face of a friend

A drop in the ocean, making us sweat
Hear another notion, shaking me yet
This crisis of mine

. . .


Sad girl
Such an unusual attraction
Sad girl
How come you look so hurt?

Always locked up in my room
Disguising my faces in the gloom
Hiding like a millionaire
Safely out of site when I'm in there

You're welcome
You're welcome

Cause all sorts of problems when I'm out
No one has the brains to keep me out
Sane as anybody in this place
Counting all the cracks that's in my face

You're welcome
You're welcome

Sad girl (sad girl, sad girl)
Such an unusual attraction (such an unusual attraction)
Sad girl (sad girl, sad girl)
How come you look so hurt? (how come you look so?)
Sad girl (sad girl, sad girl)
Such an unusual attraction (how come you look so?)

. . .


He's never been more popular
Since he met Marie
He never went to parties
Then this week he went to three
He says he doesn't know why
He never stays at home

Doesn't he know?
Doesn't he know?
Everybody wants to know his good looking girlfriend
Everybody wants to know his good looking girlfriend

He's trying hard to act the part
But it never works
They always see through him to her
And she's the one it hurts
She hates all his friends and wonders
Why they're always here

Doesn't she know?
Doesn't she know?
Everybody wants to know his good looking girlfriend
Everybody wants to know his good looking girlfriend

He loves Marie and he's happy at last
Happy to forget his unhappy past
He loves Marie and he's happy at last

He thinks he's got all those friends but really
He's got none

Doesn't he know?
Doesn't he know?
Everybody wants to know his good looking girlfriend
Everybody wants to know his good looking girlfriend
Everybody wants to know his good looking girlfriend

. . .


She can't slow down manic depression
Everybody gets bored once in a while
She's even breaking down at the supermarket

It takes the positive touch
It takes the positive touch

Nervous tears that cry attention
Funny lights inside her head
Drinking, dreaming - some distraction

It takes the positive touch
It takes the positive touch

She's screaming
In the night
There's no one to help her
There's no one to turn on the light

She's screaming
In the night
There's no one to help her
There's no one to turn on the light

What she thought was strange was fascination
Yesterday it rained all day long
She can't slow down manic depression

It takes the positive touch
It takes the positive touch
It takes the positive touch

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Hear your mother on the telephone
Important people happy people on
Everywhere there's scattered magazines
Shooting red from colours yellowing

Any day of the week's when Saturday comes
Any day of the week, she's almost gone

Hiding pictures of her takeaway
Only laughing on a Saturday
Tomorrow's Sunday's special radio
Warning her the danger's long ago

Any day of the week's when Saturday comes
Any day of the week, she's almost gone

Such an independent girl
Think you've got what it takes
If you won't sit down next to me
Girl, that's my mistake

Teenage bop from a nervous holiday
Attracting lips from a hidden stowaway
Telegram go-gos got her yesterday
Shocking tears will never go away

Any day of the week's when Saturday comes
Any day of the week, she's almost gone
Any day of the week
Any day of the week
Any day of the week's when Saturday comes

. . .


Happens all the time
It's gonna happen, happen, till you change your mind
It's gonna happen, happen, happens all the time
It's gonna happen, happen, till you change your mind

The best story I've ever heard
The truth about fat Mr. X and the young girl
See how far he'll let you go
Before he persuades you, when you're walking home

Happens all the time
It's gonna happen, happen, till you change your mind
It's gonna happen, happen, happens all the time
It's gonna happen, happen, till you change your mind

Watching your friends passing by
Going to sleep without blinking their blue eyes
Too slow to notice what's wrong
Two faced to you, when you're taking them on

Happens all the time
It's gonna happen, happen, till you change your mind
It's gonna happen, happen, happens all the time
It's gonna happen, happen, till you change your mind

Everything goes when you're dead
Everything empties from what was in your head
No point in waiting today
Stupid revenge is what's making you stay

Happens all the time
It's gonna happen, happen, till you change your mind
It's gonna happen, happen, happens all the time
It's gonna happen, happen, till you change your mind

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How can I know that a warning spells danger?
How can I know that a stranger's getting stranger?
Pretend and ignore it for my own satisfaction
But sooner or later I'll just sigh & explode, sigh & explode

What can I say when the voice starts a-stammering?
What can I see now my eyes are getting dimmer?
It isn't that I never could control these reactions
But sooner or later I'll just sigh & explode, sigh & explode

How do I know if it's nerves that I just lack?
How do I know when to end the silly chit-chat?
Maybe it's because I demand some attention
But sooner or later I'll just sigh & explode, sigh & explode

Could it be me that got myself in this condition?
What can I do to stop all these hallucinations?
Maybe it's because of a stupid superstition
But sooner or later I'll just sigh & explode, sigh & explode

My head's going round and round
And I'm getting very dizzy
Can't keep up with this noise
My feet swept off the ground
Better pick myself up
Before I drown
My head's going round and round
Better pick myself up

Sigh & explode
Sigh & explode
Sigh & explode
Sigh & explode
Sigh & explode
Sigh & explode
Sigh & explode
Sigh & explode
Sigh & explode

. . .


I got a postcard from Majorca
She's now in love with a hotel worker
Holidays extended 52 weeks a year
I wish that I never tried to hurt her

I don't know (This is no time to have a party)
I don't know (This is no time to have a party)
I don't know (This is no time to have a party)
I don't

Sunday night, in Oscar's Disco
I wish that I had some place good to go
Drinking to the beat where the happy people meet
I'm on my own, so the night goes so slow

I don't know (This is no time to have a party)
I don't know (This is no time to have a party)
I don't know (This is no time to have a party)
I don't

She doesn't wanna come back, but I'm happy to stay
She doesn't wanna come back, but I'm happy to stay
She doesn't wanna come back, but I'm happy to stay

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

I don't know (This is no time to have a party)
I don't know (This is no time to have a party)
I don't know (This is no time to have a party)
I don't

. . .


Let's sit down and talk about your life
Hannah Doot, Hannah Doot (Hey)
And tell me 'bout the tears that are in your eyes
Hannah Doot, Hannah Doot (Hey)

She's crying, I'm trying not to feel so sad
It's time to say goodbye
It's time to say goodbye

Things aren't always what you hoped they are
Hannah Doot, Hannah Doot (Hey)
You'll soon find your inhibition pushed too far
Hannah Doot, Hannah Doot (Hey)

She's crying, I'm trying not to feel so sad
It's time to say goodbye
It's time to say goodbye

There's nothing in your head to tell you why
Hannah Doot, Hannah Doot (Hey)
'Cause nothing's ever happened in your life
Hannah Doot, Hannah Doot (Hey)

She's crying I'm trying not to feel so sad
It's time to say goodbye (Goodbye)
It's time to say goodbye (Goodbye)
(Goodbye)

So let's sit down and talk about your life
Hannah Doot (Hey)

. . .


Boy Wonder never wants to grow up
'Cause with some competition he wouldn't look so great
Well he's the biggest in the street
He knows to use his weight
But when it comes to real life
It'll be too late

Kept away from school, he didn't fit
But to the younger children, he was it
Like an older brother who still wants to play
Innocent of hateful people and the things they say

He would want to be the last one there
But if they go he'll say he doesn't care
'Cause when they're gone he talks himself into another place
Everybody likes him there, right to his face

Boy Wonder never wants to grow up
'Cause with some competition he wouldn't look so great
Well he's the biggest in the street
He knows to use his weight
But when it comes to real life
It'll be too late

. . .


Here's where I'm supposed to be
A strange feeling's got a hold on me

Forever paradise
Forever paradise

Seventh heaven with a different face
Another time in a difficult place

Forever paradise
Forever paradise

Who said the tide is turning on the sea?
A strange love's caught up with me

Forever paradise
Forever paradise

Forever and ever
Forever and ever
Forever and ever
Forever and ever
Paradise

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