| The stranger comes to town
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| He is greeted like a prince
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| Society declares him wise and funny
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| Celebrities are only decorations in this place
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| What really matters here is old money
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| His temporary lover has amber coloured skin
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| In a lush apartment in the city center
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| Bankers like his company
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| They always let him in
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| There is no door to tell him do not enter
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| They’re following a dream
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| Following a dream
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| Sleepwalking
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| A boy has become a member of a most desired club
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| He has a fine address in these sixties
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| If hipness could be diagrammed he would be the hub
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| Girls follow him round like sexy pixies
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| There’s talk among the money men in Miami beach
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| The train is leaving
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| You don’t want to miss it
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| Whatever it is he’s offering it’s there within your reach
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| So here is the ring
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| Why don’t you kiss it
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| They’re following a dream
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| Following a dream
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| Sleepwalking
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| But there’s a country house a world away from here
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| Where accusations fill the room today
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| Something has gone missing and it’s absolutely clear
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| A servent left quite suddenly
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| He didn’t ask for money
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| He just packed up and left quietly away
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| Back inside the nouveau world
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| The rich are sitting down
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| They realize it’s time for some assessments
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| Their charasmatic friend is somehow no where to be found
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| Along with beggered will and their investments
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| Someone said they saw him on a plane to Salvador or Moscow
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| Now the weather’s warming
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| The lure of easy money keeps him constantly employed
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| It’s a social service he’s performing
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| Following a dream
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| Following a dream
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| Sleepwalking
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| They’re following a dream
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| Willingly it seems
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| Sleepwalking |