| Just the other day somebody said to me,
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| «Hey maybe you’re slightly schizophrenic
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| And a little out of reach my friend.»
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| I said, yes that’s partly true,
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| But jokes aside, I can explain,
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| It’s just my way of keeping track
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| Of living on this planet now,
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| Then…
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| Have you turned on your TV?
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| Have you seen reality?
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| Have you found the program, that you’ve spend your whole life looking for?
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| There’s a girl in Camden Town,
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| Indecision makes her frown.
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| Which dress would she wear today and which way should she smile at me?
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| How did it come to this?
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| How did it ever come to this?
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| All this noise and all these lies,
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| All this talking through the nights,
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| All this expectation
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| Now it’s making me neurotic,
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| Tell me have I seen your face before?
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| I forgot to say hello!
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| Though I’d made it clear now,
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| That I’ve always been a smiler, tell me
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| Sometimes it’s like I’m a world away
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| Sometimes I feel a world away
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| Just the other day somebody said to me
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| «Hey maybe you are oh so slightly OCD
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| A little out of reach, my friend»
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| I said, yes that’s partly true,
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| But jokes aside, please stay with me,
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| It’s just my way of compartmentalising
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| All the things I see |