(Helmer/Hogarth/Kelly/Mosley/Rothery/Trewavas)
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As you lie there on your bed
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Beneath the face of Louise Brooks
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With your makeup and your teddy bear
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And your C.S. Lewis books
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Bad seed
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You're a bad seed
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You're a decadent in chrysalis
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Waiting sleepily to emerge
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When you'll visit every seedy need
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Of your random obsessive urge
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All the ruses that you use
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All the food that you refuse
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All the dust and tired air that feeds Interior Lulus
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All the poisoned attitudes
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And the lust for the unknown
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And the second best that devils use
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To make this world their own
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Interior Lulu
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Interior Lulu
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Every rainy day by e-mail
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As you lie there on your bed
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Another virtual page arrives
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There will be times when you remember me
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Of the chapters you'll be writing
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As the voices echo in your head
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In the book called wasted lives
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As you read Henry and Anais
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All the lost weekends and booze
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All the finger-and-thumb screws
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All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise Interior Lulus
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Interior Lulu
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Interior Lulu
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Use the anger
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Paint a picture of it
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Throw the colours
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Use the pain, use the pain
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Scream back a brand new emotion
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As it runs across the skin
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Fire across paper
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Burn and curl, burn and curl
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You thought you couldn't feel like this
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But it's happening again and you're waking up in pain
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Tattooed in that private place
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Microsoft and tears
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Intimately pierced
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Discovering and remembering
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You felt like this somewhere before
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Stirrin' up the bed of the river
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Somewhere you don't like to go
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You wrote this down so many times
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But you get up anyway and you write it down again
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You've bored us all to death with this
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Well who you gonna tell
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When you've nothing left to sell
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She says she's lonely
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She says she knows me
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But she's a one-way street
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She told me what I already know
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"If you can carry it out you can take it away
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If you can carry it out you can take it away
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If you can buy it, it can be bought
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If you can buy it, it can be stolen
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If you can break it
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It's already broken"
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Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking
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So many empty conversations
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What a waste of lips
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Lately I can stand to stand on Primrose Hill
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Look down upon the city
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A heart pumping the roads
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In our racing stripes
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We rejoice at being "connected"
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Without touching
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Thank god for the internet
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We stare at our screens
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All our lives
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What a waste of eyes
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'Till the electrical storm blows our fuses
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And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain
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All the trust and tired care
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Left to rust and go nowhere
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All this gold beneath my skin
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Sparklin' like sin somewhere within
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In so deep
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In so deep that
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I can't sleep for these interior Lu lu lu lu lus
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Interior Lulu
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| Marillion |
