(David Bowie)
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It's a god awful small affair
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To the girl with the mousy hair
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But her mother is yelling no
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And her father has told her to go
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But her friend is nowhere to be seen
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As she walks through her sunken dream
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To the seat with the clearest view
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And she's hooked to the silver screen
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But the film is a saddening bore
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Cause she's lived it ten times or more
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She could spit at the eyes of fools
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As they ask her to focus on
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Sailors fighting in the dancehall
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Oh man, look at those cavemen go
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It's the freakiest show
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Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy
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Wough man, wonder if he'll ever know
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He's in the best selling show
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Is there life on Mars?
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It's on Amerika's tortured brow
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And Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
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Now the workers have struck for fame
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Cause Lennon's on sale again
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See the mice in their million hordes
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From Ibiza to the Norfolk broades
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Rule Britannia is out of bounds to my mother
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My dog and clowns
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But the film is a saddening bore
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Cause I wrote it ten times before
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It's about to be writ again as I ask you to focus on
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Sailors...
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Life On Mars?
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Alphaville |