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Driven home back from the city Lead gray sky come wash us nearly Can't you see there's no horizon? In this speeding place called London I don't think that this makes too much sense Dampened soul come called from slumber Woken up; calmed like no other As you moan you'll hear my laughter You grow old, I grow young faster I don't think that this makes too much sense Can't you see? I'm all used up I need somebody to come and feed me |