Behind the iron gates
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The shifts were worked in silence
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Each weekend beckoned like Ulysses' Sirens
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And as the words were few
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We'd listen to the radio
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It was loud and irritated me so
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I'll tell you I love you
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I'll tell you I love you
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Like my favourite pop song
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These promises won't keep
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Though every road begins and ends with you
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The fall still hurts, the bruise still blue
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I'll paint you pictures of bright tomorrows
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But the money goes and the time goes too
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I'll tell you I love you
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I'll tell you I love you
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Like my favourite pop song
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I'll tell you I love you
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Like the stars above you
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Like my favourite pop song
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Favourite pop song
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Wild, unwise, trivialised, untrue
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We squander these gifts
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Like another Sunday supplement
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They're just so much cash
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In the hands of the government
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I'll tell you I love you
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I'll tell you I love you
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Like my favourite pop song
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Favourite pop song
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Pop Song
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| David Sylvian |
