When your life has all been token
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And your stance is akin to broken hearts
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You've grown weary - I'm not weary
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I can take your part
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It's eye-open time, sailor
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When they want you to pretend
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You were inside that playground
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You may be old - but not so old
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That I can't see
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See your old freinds and it's as fresh as dew
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But see what's new and it's all the same to you
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Now I'm not choosy and I'm just half grown
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I took the old man - I gave the old man
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I took the old man back home
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Safe with us to serenade
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To hang around your black scarf and black ways
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I have "no idea" he said, "no idea of what I'll do"
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And talking less - it chases home
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It chases dreams - but I have really no reason, no goal and so
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If you "wanna" play real basic
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If you "wanna" help us make it
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Don't forget you're alone
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Unless it's all alone
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Don't forget you're alone
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Unless it's all alone
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You get preyed upon
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Ohh oh
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I need to complicate you
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To make you hate the things you might have done
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And come out into the morning
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It's the sun you want
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Not the foreign time
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Preyed Upon
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| Tanita Tikaram |
