Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur Of what is known as (Parklife) And morning soup can be avoided If you take a route straight through
the same Kiss with dry lips, when we say goodnight End of a century, oh it's nothin' special Sex on the TV, everybody's at it And the mind gets dirty
Street's like a jungle So call the police Following the herd Down to Greece, on holiday Love in the Nineties, is paranoid On sunny beaches take your chances
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I see her face everyday I see her face, it doesn't help me I see her face everyday I see her face, it doesn't help me She's so high, she's so high, she
will change our lives It's so good to be by your side But we'll cry We won't give up the fight We'll scream loud at the top of our lungs And they'll
He's a twentieth century boy With his hands on the rails Trying not to be sick again And holding on for tomorrow London ice cracks on a seamless line
And into the sea Goes pretty England and me Around the Bay of Biscay And back for tea Hit traffic on the Dogger bank Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
All those dirty words They make us look so dumb Been drinking far too much And neither of us mean what we say Well you and I Collapsed in love And it