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On the high-rise estate

  What's at the back of your mind ?

  Oh, on a three-day debate

  On a high-rise estate

  What's at the back of your mind ?

  Two icy-cold hands conducting the way

  It's the Eskimo blood in my veins

  Amid concrete and clay

  And general decay

  Nature must still find a way

  So ignore all the codes of the day

  Let your juvenile influences sway

  This way and that way and

  This way and that way

  God, how sex implores you

  To let yourself lose yourself

  Stretch out and wait

  Stretch out and wait

Let your puny body lie down, lie down

  As we lie, you say

  As we lie, you say

  Stretch out and ...

  Stretch out and wait

  Stretch out and wait

  Let your puny body lie down, lie down

  As we lie, you say

  Will the world end in the night time ?

  (I really don't know)

  Or will the world end in the day time ?

  (I really don't know)

  And is there any point ever having children ?

  Oh, I don't know

  What I do know is we're here and it's Now

  So ... stretch out and wait

  Stretch out and wait

  There is no debate, no debate, no debate

  How can you consciously contemplate

  When there's no debate, no debate ?

  Stretch out and wait

Stretch out and wait

  Stretch out and wait

  Wait

  Wait

  Wait

  Wait