As the sun sets on the GlaxoKline
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Well, it’s the only way that I can tell the time
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Bright neon bikes on the hillside
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Mosquito nets, they cover the buildings
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On Concrete Island, I wave at the businessman
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On Concrete Island, well, I hope my dinner is warm
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On Concrete Island, I wave at the businessmen
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On Concrete Island, well, I’ve been here far too long
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(I go from pharmacy to pharmacy)
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I’m speeding along, speeding along
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(And from the shop to the floor)
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I go through the windshild
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(He says, «It's time you don’t get back»)
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I’m speeding along, speeding along
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(From th other side of the wall)
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I hope my dinner is warm
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(When all of this has come to light)
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(I'll be the one to deplore)
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I’m speeding along
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I pray to the G.S.K
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I’m speeding along
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(With the time I didn’t get back)
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(From the other sweet spot side of the wall)
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I’m speeding along
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(I go from pharmacy to pharmacy)
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(From the shop to the floor)
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I’m speeding along
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(He said, «It's time you don’t get back»)
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(From the other sweet spot side of the wall) |