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Blur
A fervoured image of another world
Is nothing in particular now
And imitation comes naturally
But I never really stopped to think how
And everyone is a clever clone
A chrome colored clone am I?
So in the absence of a way of life
Just repeat this again and again and again
Hey, hey, come out tonight
Hey, hey, come out tonight
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Alright
I'm leaving town to run away
Run into your twisted arms
No queues and there's no panic there
Just dangle your feet in the grass
My lack of natural lustre now
Seems to be losing me friends
So in the absence of a way of life
I'll repeat this again and again and again
Hey, hey, come out tonight
Hey, hey, come out tonight
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Hey, hey, come out tonight
Hey, hey, come out tonight
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Alright
Hey, hey, come out tonight
Hey, hey, come out tonight
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