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He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)


He is poised to a very strange degree

Wrapped up in emotional imagery

Small and senseless on an alter ego trip

He wants to alter your every ego trip

Nothing special

Nothing to see me

Nothing doing

Nothing with me

Nothing much

And nothing to do with me


He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)


He is awash in competing theories

He's glad to be out of the house

It's that time of the evening

I need to have some feeling

I'm all surface tension no pretension

Keeps you going, gets you nowhere

Present tense in the worst person singular


He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)


Because the message is cheap and exhilarating

Now he's slobbering on the glass

A sexistic boy having a world wide wank

He says well that's very punk of me

Nothing special

Nothing to see me

Nothing doing

Nothing with me

Nothing much

And nothing to do with me


He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are really dead

(He cries until the stars in his eyes are dead)

He wants to cry until the stars in his eyes are dead