I took a walk down Rue Morgue Avenue
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Wearing my latest disguise
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Enjoying the perfume of utter dismay
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I was effectively anaesthetised
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Starving so arrogantly in jumble-sale pearls
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Evangeline hires out my throat
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We've got the streets of London mapped in our beds
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Nagasaki under our coats
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Wide boys -Up on the streets
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Wide boys - Ah, come on and meet me
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Wide boys - Delightfully unpleasant
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With our foxy adolescent sneers
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Tired of being put down
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Broken-hearted my life not started
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Tired of being cut down
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All your illusions disillusion me....
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Wide boys -Up on the streets
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Wide boys - Ah, come on and meet me
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Wide boys - Delightfully unpleasant
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With our foxy adolescent sneers
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Open sore music plays the wrong side of nightmare
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Juke-box models collide
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The saint on the fire escape bleeds to the sun
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Embracing the old suicide bride
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I spent a few lifetimes making spinal connections
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Down on Einstein Boulevard
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I've proud to walk a tightrope now the gravity's so high
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I swagger like a neon guitar
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With the Wide boys -Up on the streets
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Wide boys - Ah, come on and meet me
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Wide boys - Delightfully unpleasant
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With our foxy adolescent sneers
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Wide Boys
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| Ultravox |
