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We´re out on a limb
Should we let the newboys in
We think they can´t do no harm
Let´s humour them
But they need some passion inside
They take it like a cigarette
They feel it when it breaks their minds
In their lungs
and in their chests
No regrets

They didn´t tell me
they´d been there for so many years
I don´t know what to do
I think I love you, you love me too?
Is it really true

You can´t want me
You can´t need me
You can´t love me, see

Well, I feel like I´m at sea
The plank´s beneath my feet
Inevitably we two must meet again
But they´re going to extremes
They´re feeling quite at ease
They fight with brain instead of power
and no-one wins
There´s no answers

Now newboys quarrel,
they´re bitching, they tangle
A tendency to intellectualise,
they won´t let things be
Your conversation locks my door
Then throws away the key
You can´t help me