(Leo Sayer/David Courtney)
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He says he doesn't care
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To the girl with the painted hair
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And staggers through the angry crowd
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Like it isn't there
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Feels like a wall of sound
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As he crashes down
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No-one stops to look
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When he hits the ground
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We're the nouveaux rich
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On a one way tip
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Living out on a razor's edge
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Just to get our kicks
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We're gonna take a stand
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'Til the world is in our hands
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And if we win or lose
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We don't give a damn
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Hollow people living empty lives
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Looking vacant in the neon lights
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Who need the truth when you can live a lie
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Can't stop now it's too late
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Cos we're running blind
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'Til the end - comes like a thunder
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Yeah, and we all fall under
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No-one gives a damn
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Come on now - let's meet the end
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[Solo]
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He tries to make it home
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Head like a block of stone
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His eyes so closed up now
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His arm so full of dope
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There's nowhere left to run
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He cries out but no-one comes
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In the back of some dark alley
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He dies alone
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Hollow people living empty lives
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Hearts feel nothing in the neon lights
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Feelings here are so cheap these days
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No-one really cares
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If we lose of if we win
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Yeah, were the angry youth
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Yeah, don't wanna be like you
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Yeah, we do what we want
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'Til we wanna die
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Yeah, we're the nouveaux rich
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Yeah, we gotcha in our grip
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There's no escape for you
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'Cos we're running blind
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We're so angry
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We're just so angry
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Angry
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We're all so angry
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In the end
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The End
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| Leo Sayer |
