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They say the best things in life are free But now I'm not so sure Something has crawled right in my mind And opened up the door Now and then it seems
Standing around staring into space Trying to see what's going on inside you Shouts from the crowd well that's just not allowed Take a look at what they
Videophones With all the latest ringtones You buy-to-let your new home Don't care what you're spending Then just like that Reminders under the mat Of your flat
Dreamin', am I dreamin'? Try as hard as I can I just can't get you out of my mind Dreamin', am I dreamin'? Will my dreams come true or am I simply wasting
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Breakfast in the room continental So went to find a small cafe Latin lovers can be temperamental You have to be careful what you say God what have I
This time I've made up my mind I've had enough What a complete waste of time I've had enough Each morning I wake to discover that nothing's changed
I wonder if you'll notice Exactly how I feel Maybe if we could spend more time together Then you'd discover what I try hard to conceal But you don't
Don't go acting all innocent It suits you all too much I know the messages we've sent Have helped us get in touch There was a time you showed me the
Been contemplating lately what you mean to me You are the one I care about, the only one I love And though we may be separated by the sea It's still
I'm a soul survivor and I live in a world of tack Whatever they say it just rolls right across my back Clinging wreckage I was alive When the car crashed
Heading for bad weather Hard rain is gonna come Everybody shakes to the sound of a gun You might think you're clever This thing will strike you dumb
The lights are so bright all the things you wanted Set within your sights you sell your soul tonight And in the morning there's something not quite right
No matter what I try is no good for you Everything that I say, everything that I do It's crystal clear now that we're going nowhere And that once was
