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Waiting for the dawn for a dream
A chance to lie down
That confused imitation of life Eludes me now

All routes of resistance impaired by your face
Oh fugitive hope will I see you today?

In a tunnel, on a bridge or a viaduct

I know it's out of fashion
And a trifle uncool,
But I can't help it -
I'm a romantic fool.
It's a habit of mine
To watch the sun go down.
On Echo Beach, I watch the sun go down.

Baked-bean eyes in a head of skin
Rumors fly as to where he's been
Rolling over like a dying whale
He blows his load like a sudden gale

He moves so well that you hope he stays
But he leaves you empty as the darkness plays
A game of shadows on your sleeping face

How long have I known you, how long?
How long can I wait for you, how long?
When I close my eyes and I count to ten
Then you run and hide from my arms again
How long can I stay away, how long?

Run while you can
I'm behind you

My life is in a rut
Though my problem's clear-cut
I find I have two faces
And my hand is in two places

I know I must make a decision
If only they'd invent human fission
A dual personality, my mind permits

For years I suffer
A loser's fate
My love life was in a pretty dreadful state
Twilight zone
Emotion prone

No luck with women
I left them moping

Luna Park, this is the future
Luna Park, vision of beauty
Outside, life was a problem
Inside, we have potential

Animals are trained to do things
Baby-hatching apparatus
Naughty midgets do it for you

Inside I'm frozen
And outside I'm numb
The present is stagnant
The future looks glum
My face is a mask
My heart is a stone
When you broke up, the pain
Cut me right to the bone

Motorbikin', motorbikin', motorcycling, motorbikin'

I'm movin' on the queens' highway
Lookin' like a streak of lightnin'
Well if you gotta go, go, gotta go motorbike ridin'

Motorbikin', motorbikin', motorcycling, motorbikin'

I could tell it from the start (I could tell it from the start)
That you wanted me to be (wanted me to be)
A certain kind of girl (a kind of girl)
That I know just isn't me (well I know just isn't me)
Well I've gone along this far
And I've tried to play the part
But now, you'd better listen
I haven't got a paint-by-number heart

Limping in the hotel Hilton
Spending days in old Saigon
Walking in pagoda gardens
Drinking absinthe 'till dawn

City of obscure paternity
Paris of the Orient
Tumbling off into eternity

Got a job in a bank sittin' at a desk
Smirkin' at him all the intellects go by
"Little bank boy on the make", they laugh
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Can't they see?
He'll never be what they wanted hie to be

There's a telephone ringing in an empty room
And car brakes squealing
Distant traffic, constant sighing
Far-off voices mumbling
Vah-vah-vah, jet plane droning
Dogs barking, kitchens moaning
Dishes rattling in a sink
A screen door slams

Abandon all your cares and woes
And come with us to a place we know
Just close your eyes and let your body sway
Hypnotic rhythm takes you far away

Trance, trance and dance

Don't resist, just let it flow

In a hundred wars across the earth
Men and guns are thought to prove their worth
Women stay behind and grow the food
Placing soldiers in a dangerous mood

Women around the world at work
Working, working