Words & Music by Stephen Duffy & Steven Page



You're in an all-girl band

Your futon's second hand

Your parents understand but you don't care

I have a job in a shop

I'm an undercover cop

I make sure the customers aren't thieves

Old at being young

Young at being old

Everything's on hold within our evolution



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You're my alternative girlfriend

I love you, and now you cannot pretend

There's nothing left that won't cross over



Last night we slept on the lawn

you woke up and I was gone

Back to the dream I dream to leave

My life with her is a bore

A worn-out metaphor

No more surprises up its sleeve

We're old at being young

Young at being old

Everything's been sold to other's revolutions



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You live above your dad's four-car garage

With your vinyl and imaginary entourage

if I pull up in a U-Haul, pack up quick

So we can get out of this town 'cause it makes me sick



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