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A fervored image of another world

Is nothing in particular now

And imitation comes naturally

But I never really stop 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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I'm leaving town to run away

Run into your twisted arms

No queues and there's no panic there

Just dangling your feet in the grass

My lack of natural luster 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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all right