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I feel real now walking like a woman and talking like a stone age manI feel real now talking like buddha and doing it againI get kick I rip it up kick it up take it like a teenage toughI feel real now talking like sugar and shaking that stuffSinging I can’t get enoughSinging I

She’s the face on the radioShe’s the body on the morning showShe’s there shaking it out on the sceneAnd she’s the colour of a magazine [chorus] And she’s in fashionOuh Ouh OuhAnd she’s in fashionOuh Ouh Ouh She’s employed where the sun don’t setAnd she’s the shape of a cigaretteAnd she’s the shake of a

Slipping through the city sliding train to trainSulking on the subway music in our brainShe and me together in the city soundsMe and mona lisa on the undergroundHi-fi in the white city yeah yeahHi-fi in the white city yeah yeahSlipping through the city sliding brain to brainSulking on the subway listening to the trainShe and

Open up my heart and see what’s insideTake a look inside me, inside my mindAnd you’ll see my heart is broken in twoCos I’ve seen the real youI’mages of violence fill up my mindAnd you see the silence, feel it insideAnd you’ll see my heart is broken in twoCos I’ve seen the real youSo sad

I love that deafening, thundering soundThat sounds like buildinggs tumbling downAnd people wish that they weren’t aroundWhen we all rock and roll into townWe hear those fearful, piercing screamsThe kind you find on cinema screensAnd if they’re fit to burst at the seamsIf they could say what all of this meansI am, I am the