With two hundred people in suits all the same
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You walk off that last lonely train.
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On the half finished buildings only seagulls remain
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As you try to think back to the root of this pain
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And life ain't worth living without a little love
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But a little love is never enough
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So some folks are fighting for freedom, but you're just fighting the flab
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And therein lies the reason that life is a drag.
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So you gaze at the television
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As some publicity goons cut loose those useless balloons.
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Down in the darkness of your lying little heart
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There's a space for you to change
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So you can take this world apart.
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And these days the morning mirror seems to say to you now,
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That you used to be pretty but you're alright now.
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And sometimes you find you're dreaming as you're late for work again
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Thinking there's not many trees you can see from this train.
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Life ain't worth living
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Without a little love
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But a little love is never enough
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Never Enough
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| Del Amitri |
