Where's all the money gone? I'm talking to you All up the whole in your arm is the needle a much better screw But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go.
Where is this life of fun, that you promised me? Nothing here works but your works and I mean it I have to leave But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go.
If I was the wife of an acrobat I look like the living dead, boy You're on the wire and can't get back, Let's talk about the living dead Could have had a car Could have had it all Could have walked in the sky but we stare at the wall.
I know where the money's gone I know what you do Cos I've seen the hole in your arm and the needle's a much better screw But oh, what will you do alone? Cos I have to go.
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