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Richard Clapton
Richard Clapton
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Richard Clapton
Richard Clapton
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You guys okay out there?
Look, I apologise, I apologise for the band, it's just like
At short notice, it's the best band I could find at the time, you know?
(So get off your fuckin' asses) these guys were just around
(Or we kick your fuckin' ass to death, let's go)
One, two, three, four (can we get rid of your tables?)
Young hearts on Paradise Street
They tumble down like a poetry
Oh my, I gotta fly
I stretch up and touch the sky
Up and down with the party clown
Ballroom dancing in sequined gowns
I get so confused, searching for you, babe
How come you keep walking up there?
How come?
Little darling, this is the end
I needed you like oxygen
"I am an island", some sucker scrawled
"I am an island", on a city wall
At Broadway, walk the length and breadth
I think I'm smoking myself to death
You're bad for me, and bad for the soul
I think I'm losing my self-control
I got nothing but vacancy
I'm crawling after you on my hands and knees
I'm a coal car on a downhill track
I don't know what I'll do if you don't come back
Hey, no
Little darling, this is the end
I needed you like oxygen
"I am an island", some sucker scrawled
"I am an island", on a city wall
Huh, yeah, hey, yeah, woo
Little darling, this is the end
I needed you like oxygen
"I am an island", some sucker scrawled
"I am an island", on a city wall
Little darling, this is the end, oh
I needed you like oxygen
"I am an island", some sucker scrawled
"I am an island" on a city wall
Huh, yeah, fu-, oh, no, fuck, yeah-yeah, woo
This is Ralph, my best friend, it's alright
Written by: Richard Clapton
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