Austerity
/ Girl One [medley]
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Depression
Is A Fashion
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Shall
I even bother to eat?
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It'll
all be shit tomorrow
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I'll
have more room for my bile
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I'm
feeling pretty sick now
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I
think I'll take a pill or two
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And
take away a few more hours
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Tomorrow
brings another day
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It's
the same as all the others
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To
carry on in a similar way
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And
stay under the covers
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Don't
talk to me of worthless life
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And
living is such a strain
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Just
stretch yourself and see the change
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We've
all seen blankness times before
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Switch
on the light, project yourself
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Ideas
so countless you can't list
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If
you're not happy, you can change
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You
just enjoy depressing
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Help
yourself and don't forget
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You
run the risk of failing
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They
say the swamp of science drowns
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The
spirit of humanity
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Well,
we know better - just believe
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Forget
that you're a casualty
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Help
yourself and don't forget
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You
run the risk of failing
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Depression
is a fashion you don't want
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Look,
here's a depressive [word(s) unclear]
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Depression
is a fashion you don't need
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You
need it even less than speed
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Take
in a movie or walk the streets
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In
the street, the heart still beats
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There
are hundreds just like you
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Switch
on the light, project yourself
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Ideas
so countless I can't list
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Just
stretch yourself and feel the change
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Don't
talk to me of worthless life
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And
living is such a strain
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Just
stretch yourself and feel the change
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There
are hundreds just like you
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There
are hundreds just like you
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Just
like you
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Girl
One
demo:
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| You've got your
keys to get back in |
| You've washed
your face so you can smile |
| You've got your
pocket full of lending cash |
| Your ticket to
the ladies' mile |
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You
brush away a flake of zinc
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Advance
toward the street outside
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You
close your mind so you can't think
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The
ride, the hide, the tide
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But the scenes come rushing in like eels into your net
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And
it's just like Joseph said
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Another
walk you can't forget
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But
you push into the bleak where all the women walk in fear
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Another
three-word phrase - the near, the peer, the dear
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| You're
a lonely little girl who just wants to please her dad |
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So
you thought you'd be a nurse, just like your mother had
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you make the patients worse |
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And
the doctors know you're bad
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get back to the oracle) |
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The
oracle in this case is a message on your phone
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It
says where you go
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Gravity
has gone
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You
know this is true, but you want to speak of love
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Prediction
and ambiguity go hand in glove
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The
oracle in this case is a face on your wall
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It
says where you go
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People
will fall
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album
version (medley):
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In
the town
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The
start of day
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The
father thinks in sadness
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On
why his daughters went away
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On
youth and other madness
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I
know we don't choose who we love
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And malice is so human
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When
your principle's no good, it's time to find a new one
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I
was brought up to believe that to avoid disaster in life
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As
in your dreams, you've got to be the monster
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When
you've done your very best
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When
things turn out unpleasant
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When
the best of men take bribes
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Isn't
it the fool who doesn't?
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In
the town, by the house
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The
journalist is waiting
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And
near this place, there is a space
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A
subject contemplating
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You've
got your keys to get back in
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You've
washed your face so you can smile
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You've
got your pockets full of lending cash
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| Your
ticket to the ladies' mile |
|
You
brush away a flake of zinc
|
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Advance
toward the street outside
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You
close your mind so you can't think
|
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The
hide, the ride, the tide
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But the scenes come rushing in like eels into your net
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And
it's just like Joseph said
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Another
walk you can't forget
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But
you push into the bleak where all the women walk in fear
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Another
three-word phrase - the near, the clear, the dear
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| You're
a lonely little girl who just wants to please her dad |
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So
you thought you'd be a nurse, just like your mother had
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| But
you make the patients worse |
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And
the doctors know you're bad
|
| (Better
get back to the oracle) |
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The
oracle in this case is a message on your phone
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It
says where you go
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Gravity
has gone
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You
know this is true, but you want to speak of love
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Prediction
and ambiguity go hand in glove
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The
oracle in this case is a face on your wall
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It
says where you go
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People
will fall
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And
near this place, there is a space
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Our
subject's contemplating
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And
in the town, the sun goes down
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No-one
investigating
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words
and music by Marsh / Oakey / Ware
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published
by Virgin Music (Publishers) Ltd.
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