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[ti: Japan to Jupiter] |
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[ar: Kitchens of Distinction] |
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[al: Folly] |
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[t_time: (05:05)] |
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From bicycles to platform heels |
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School uniform to flares |
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A little silver make-up |
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Black eyeliner in swathes |
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We took the train to London |
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On the Bed-Pan freedom line |
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Going to a nightclub, oh, to a nightclub in Soho |
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It's a scream, don't look down |
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We can be those cosmonauts |
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We can be space fantasy |
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We're a scream, we don't look down |
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We’re soaking in the glamour |
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From Japan to Jupiter |
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Hanging out at Eric's |
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In cobwebbed frilly sleeves |
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Dressed roughly as Victorians |
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Dressed drastically as Queens |
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Paint a red disc on your forehead |
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Some lightning 'cross your cheek |
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Jonesy says it how it could be |
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His sunmachine, his starry man |
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His Major Tom, his Berlin hands |
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They’re a scream, don't look down... |
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We can be those cosmonauts |
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We can be space fantasy |
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We're a scream, we don't look down |
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We’re soaking in the glamour |
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From Japan to Jupiter |
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Staring at the record sleeve |
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For hour after hour |
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I want to be an astronaut with glitter and space power |
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I want to dye my hair red |
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Hold a fag just like a girl |
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Freeze in thick wool overcoats |
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In the shadow of the wall |
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And the record goes around, around |
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And the needle gathers dust |
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They shout for me to turn it down |
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If I don't get out of here I'll burst |
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I want to scream, I want to fly far away |
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Japan/Jupiter |
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Full of cleverness and charm |
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(Cleverness and charm) |
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Goodbye then to platforms |
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To the Rollers and white jeans |
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The make-up has caked up |
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And the fantasy's unreal |
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Still I'm glad I took the London train |
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On the Bed-Pan freedom line |
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Went out to those dodgy clubs |
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And changed back to my school uniform in the Gents on platform 9 |
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We had a scream, we never looked back |
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We were those cosmonauts lost in outer space |
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A scream, don’t look now |
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With a head rush of glamour, we spun the world and all inside her around |
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Spun the world and all inside her around |
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Spun the world and all inside her around |
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Spun the world and all inside her around |
