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I’ve been losing my head; I’ve been losing my way

 I’ve been losing my brain cells at a million a day

 I’m so disillusioned I’m on Suicide Street

I’ve seen everything, in every shape

 I’ve seen 1984 in a terrible state

 I’ve seen Quasimodo hanging on my gate

Oh! He was so hung-up and wasted

Oh! He was so physically devastated

 He was young enough, he was well-slung enough

I’ve seen my own epitaph; I’ve been to heaven and back

 Was introduced to St Peter, we was having a chat

 I felt him losing his mind, I began to retreat

But Desdemona and me, we had a ball in a tree

 She read my palm in a moment, it was shocking to me

 We were so mystified, we screamed out of fear

Oh! She was so hung-up and wasted

Oh! She was so physically devastated

 She was young enough, she was well-slung enough DESTROYED!

I been writing a song, you all be singin’ along?

 It’s like a mild schizophrenia, wondrin’ where we belong

 Sling it all out the window, start all over again

Oh! Come on into my heart, come and tear me apart

 Want to be claustrophobic, got a passion, Ha! Ha!

 I’m so confused, I wish I could die, die, die!

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Steve Harley is a genius!