(Jack Hues)
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A man lives in the city
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Surrounded by machines
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They take away his pity
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And give him what he dreams
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A stream of information
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On a green letter screen
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Makes him feel in touch with the world
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And sure of what it means
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Chorus:
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At the speed of light you're in endless night
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At the speed of sound you don't see the ground
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And in your sports car with the windows down
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And the radio on and you don't stop talking
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Thanks, I'll keep walking
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I'm doing things in my own way
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Well I'm doing things as I please
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And then everything else goes its own way
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At the speed of life
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A man lives in the city
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Distracted by the news
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From sitting down with the ones he loves
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Or taking time to choose
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And what of conversation?
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And what is left when he dies?
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Is there a diary of an honest man
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To stand against the lies?
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Repeat Chorus
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I'm doing things for their own sake
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A picture on a screen won't do
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I need to feel and touch it too
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Do what I feel
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I'm doing things for their own sake
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I gotta find that essential, deep emotion
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Get unhooked from this low commotion
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And do what I feel
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I'm doing things in my own way
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I'm doing things in my own way
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Well I'm doing things as I please
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And then everything else goes its own way
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At the speed of life
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This is the speed of life
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At The Speed Of Life
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| Wang Chung |
