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               "10.15 SATURDAY NIGHT"
               

      10.15
      Saturday night
      And the tap drips
      Under the strip light
      And I'm sitting
      In the kitchen sink
      And the tap drips
      Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

      Waiting
      For the telephone to ring
      And I'm wondering
      Where she's been
      And I'm crying
      For yesterday
      And the tap drips
      Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip

      It's always the same



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                     "ACCURACY"
                     

      We sit in the same room
      Side by side
      I give you the wrong lines
      Feed you
      Accuracy
      Accuracy

      Look into my eyes
      We both smile
      I could kill you
      Without trying
      That's accuracy
      Accuracy
      Accuracy
      ...
      Accuracy
      Accuracy
      Practice all day for accuracy
      Mirror mirror on the wall



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                    "ANOTHER DAY"
                    

      The sun rises slowly
      On another day
      The eastern sky grows
      Cold
      Winter in water colours
      Shades of grey

      Something
      Something holds me
      Holds me hypnotized

      I stare at the window
      Stare at the window
      Waiting for the day
      To go
      Winter in water colours
      Shades of grey



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                  "BOYS DON'T CRY"
                  

      I would say I'm sorry
      If I thought that it would change your mind
      But I know that this time
      I've said too much
      Been too unkind

      I try to laugh about it
      Cover it all up with lies
      I try and
      Laugh about it
      Hiding the tears in my eyes
      'cause boys don't cry
      Boys don't cry

      I would break down at your feet
      And beg forgiveness
      Plead with you
      But I know that
      It's too late
      And now there's nothing I can do

      So I try to laugh about it
      Cover it all up with lies
      I try to
      laugh about it
      Hiding the tears in my eyes
      'cause boys don't cry

      I would tell you
      That I loved you
      If I thought that you would stay
      But I know that it's no use
      That you've already
      Gone away

      Misjudged your limits
      Pushed you too far
      Took you for granted
      I thought that you needed me more

      Now I would do most anything
      To get you back by my side
      But I just
      Keep on laughing
      Hiding the tears in my eyes
      'cause boys don't cry
      Boys don't cry
      Boys don't cry



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                   "FIRE IN CAIRO"
                   

      Slowly fading blue
      The eastern hollows catch
      The dying sun
      Night-time follows
      Silence and black
      Mirror pool mirrors
      The lonely place
      Where I meet you

      See your head
      In the fading light
      And through the dark
      Your eyes shine bright

      And burn
      Like fire
      Burn like fire in Cairo
      Burn like fire
      Burn like fire in Cairo

      Shifting crimson veil
      Silken hips slide
      Under my hand
      Swollen lips whisper
      My name
      And I yearn
      You take me in your arms
      And start to burn

      FIREINCAIRO
      FIREINCAIRO
      FIREINCAIRO
      Then the heat disappears
      And the mirage
      Fades away

      FIREINCAIRO
      FIREINCAIRO
      FIREINCAIRO
      FIREINCAIRO
      FIREINCAIRO
      FIREINCAIRO
      FIREINCAIRO
      FIREINCAIRO

      Burn like a fire in Cairo
      Burn like a
      Fire
      Blaze like a fire in Cairo
      Blaze like a
      Fire
      Flare
      Burn like fire
      Burn like
      Fire in Cairo



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                   "GRINDING HALT"
                   

      No light
      No people
      No speak
      No people
      No cars
      No people
      No food
      No people

      Stopped
      Short
      Grinding halt
      Everything's coming to a griding halt

      No sound
      No people
      No clocks
      No people
      No fine
      No people
      No me
      No people

      Stopped
      Short
      Grinding halt
      Everything's coming to a griding halt
      Everything's coming to a griding halt

      Slow down
      Slow down
      No people
      Slow down
      Everything's coming to a
      Everything's coming to a
      Everything's coming to a
      Everything's coming to a



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           "JUMPING SOMEONE ELSE'S TRAIN"
           

      Don't say what you mean
      You might spoil your face
      If you walk in the crowd
      You won't leave any trace
      It's always the same
      You're jumping someone else's train

      It won't take you long
      To learn the new smile
      You'll have to adapt
      Or you'll be out of style
      It's always the same
      You're jumping someone else's train

      If you pick up on it quick
      You can say you were there
      Again and again and again
      You're jumping someone else's train

      It's the latest wave
      That you've been craving for
      The old ideal
      Was getting such a bore
      Now you're back in line
      Going not quite quite as far
      But in half the time
      Everyone's happy
      They're finally all the same
      'cause everyone's jumping
      Everyone else's train

      Jumping someone else's train
      Jumping someone else's train
      Jumping someone else's train



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                  "KILLING AN ARAB"
                  

      Standing on the beach
      With a gun in my hand
      Staring at the sea
      Staring at the sand
      Staring down the barrel
      At the arab on the ground
      I can see his open mouth
      But I hear no sound

      I'm alive
      I'm dead
      I'm the stranger
      Killing an arab

      I can turn
      And walk away
      Or I can fire the gun
      Staring at the sky
      Staring at the sun
      Whichever I chose
      It amounts to the same
      Absolutely nothing

      I'm alive
      I'm dead
      I'm the stranger
      Killing an arab

      I feel the steel but jump
      Smooth in my hand
      Staring at the sea
      Staring at the sand
      Staring at myself
      Reflected in the eyes
      Of the dead man on the beach
      The dead man on the beach

      I'm alive
      I'm dead
      I'm the stranger
      Killing an arab



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                      "OBJECT"
                      

      You know you turn me on
      Eyes so white and legs so long
      But don't try to talk to me
      I won't listen to your lies
      You're just an object in my eyes
      You're just an object in my eyes

      Sophisticated smile
      You seduce in such fine style
      But don't try to fool me
      'cause I can see through your disguise
      You're just an object in my eyes
      You're just an object in my eyes

      But I don't mind
      I just don't care
      I've got no objection
      To you touching me there

      Object object
      Object object
      Object object
      Object object

      You know just what to do
      Lick your lips
      And I want you
      But don't try to hold me
      'cause I don't want any ties
      You're just an object in my eyes
      You're just an object in my eyes

      But I don't mind
      I just don't care
      I've got no objections
      To you touching me there
      You're just an object object
      Object object
      You're just an object



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                  "PLASTIC PASSION"
                  

      Plastic passion is a hard to handle
      Plastic passion is a sold out scandal
      Oh it's a plastic passion
      It's a plastic passion
      Plastic passion is the ladies lover
      Plastic passion is the marble mother
      Oh it's a plastic passion
      It's a plastic passion
      Plastic passion is a diamond delight
      Plastic passion is the nadir of night
      Oh it's a plastic passion
      It's a plastic passion
      It's a plastic passion
      Plastic passion is a hycoscine heart
      Plastic passion is a transparent tart
      Oh it's a plastic passion
      It's a plastic passion
      Plastic passion is a gold guarantee
      The plastic passion is murdering me
      Oh it's a plastic passion
      It's a plastic passion
      It's a plastic passion



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                      "SO WHAT"
                      

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      I'm not meant to be here
      But so what?
      And nobody's
      Nobody's taken your place
      Nobody's taken your place

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      A turntable
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      And if you knew
      Nothing could replace you
      If you were sane
      Your heart wouldn't ache
      But so what?
      So what?
      So what?

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      For deliver
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      When I told you what I
      And I

      And I wouldn't ask you to pretend
      That we were one
      And still another time
      Forget all the lies forgive me the wounds
      And all the world was used to love
      And yes we'd still be happy in another time
      But so what?
      So what?

      So please send me icing and decorating sets
      I enclose a cheque and postal order number

      So what?
      So what?



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                    "SUBWAY SONG"
                    

      Midnight in the subway
      She's on her way home
      She tries hard not to run
      But she feels she's not alone
      Echoes of footsteps
      Follow close behind
      But she dare not turn around

      Turn around



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               "THREE IMAGINARY BOYS"
               

      Walk across the garden
      In the footsteps of my shadow
      See the lights out
      No one's home
      In amongst the statues
      Stare at nothing in
      The garden moves
      Can you help me?

      Close my eyes
      And hold so tightly
      Scared of what the morning brings
      Waiting for tomorrow
      Never comes
      Deep inside
      The empty feeling
      All the night time leaves me
      Three imaginary boys

      Slipping through the door
      Hear my heart beats in the hallway
      Echoes
      Round and round
      Inside my head
      Drifting up the stairs
      I see the steps behind me
      Disappearing
      Can you help me?

      Close my eyes
      And hold so tightly
      Scared of what the morning brings
      Waiting for tomorrow
      Never comes
      Deep inside
      The empty feeling
      All the night time leaves me
      Three imaginary boys sing in my
      Sleep sweet child
      The moon will change your mind

      See the cracked reflection
      Standing still
      Before the bedroom mirror
      Over my shoulder
      But no one's there
      Whispers in the silence
      Pressing close behind me
      Pressing close behind
      Can you help me?
      Can you help me?
      Can you help me?



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                     "WORLD WAR"
                     

      Dressed in Berlin black
      I was only playing
      Disguise my words to fool you
      >From what I was saying
      Mud trench
      Meat stench
      The fatherland is looking on
      Grip you in a luger lock
      This will be the big one

      World war
      No one would believe me
      No one's a winner
      No one's a loser
      Just a dead friend

      Heaven heaven
      Give me pride
      Give me a golden hand
      Smash them with an iron rule
      Spit them out like sand
      Sit and wait
      Then run like hell
      Run like hell one time again
      Sow the seeds of hate
      Underneath destruction

      World war
      No one would believe me
      No one's a winner
      No one's a loser
      Just a dead friend
      World war
      No one would believe me
      No one's a winner
      No one's a loser
      Just a dead friend


