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Young teacher the subject
    Of schoolgirl fantasy
    She wants him so badly
    Knows what she wants to be
    Inside her there's longing
    This girl's an open page
    Book marking - she's so close now
    This girl is half his age
Don't stand, don't stand so
    Don't stand so close to me
    Don't stand, don't stand so
    Don't stand so close to me
Her friends are so jealous
    You know how bad girls get
    Sometimes it's not so easy
    To be the teacher's pet
    Temptation, frustration
    So bad it makes him cry
    Wet bus stop, she's waiting
    His car is warm and dry
Don't stand, don't stand so
    Don't stand so close to me
    Don't stand, don't stand so
    Don't stand so close to me
Loose talk in the classroom
    To hurt they try and try
    Strong words in the staff room
    The accusations fly
    It's no use, he sees her
    He starts to shake and cough
    Just like the old man in
    That book by Nabakov
Don't stand, don't stand so
    Don't stand so close to me
    Don't stand, don't stand so
    Don't stand so close to me
    Don't stand, don't stand so
    Don't stand so close to me 
How can you say that your not responsible?
    What does it have to do with me?
    What is my reaction? 
    What should it be?
    Confronted by this latest atrocity
    Driven to tears
    Driven to tears
    Driven to tears
Hide my face in my hands, shame wells in my throat
    My comfortable existence is reduced 
    To a shallow, meaningless party
    Seems that when some innocents die
    All we can offer them is a page in a some magazine
    Too many cameras and not enough food
    'Cause this is what we've seen
    Driven to tears
    Driven to tears
    Driven to tears
Protest is futile
    Nothing seems to get through
    What's to become of our world?
    Who knows what to do?
    Driven to tears
    Driven to tears
    Driven to tears
    Driven to tears
    Driven to tears
    Driven to tears 
When The World Is Running Down You Make The Best Of What's Still Around
Turn on my V.C.R., same one I've had for years
    James Brown on the T.A.M.I. show, 
    Same tape I've had for years
    I sit in my old car, same one I've had for years
    Old battery's running down, it ran for years and years
Turn on the radio, the static hurts my ears
    Tell me, where would I go? I ain't been out in years
    Turn on the stereo, it's played for years and years
    An Otis Redding song, it's all I own
When the world is running down
    You make the best of what's still around
    When the world is running down
    You make the best of what's still around
Plug in my M.C.I, to excercise my brain
    Make records on my own, can't go out in the rain
    Pick up the telephone, I've listened here for years
    No one to talk to me, I've listened here for years
When the world is running down
    You make the best of what's still around
    When the world is running down
    You make the best of what's still around
    When I feel lonely here, don't waste my time with tears
    I run 'Deep Throat' again, it ran for years and years
    Don't like the food I eat, the cans are running out
    Same food for years and years, I hate the food I eat
When the world is running down
    You make the best of what's still around
    When the world is running down
    You make the best of what's still around
    When the world is running down
    You make the best of what's still around
    When the world is running down
    You make the best of what's still around 
First to fall over when the atmosphere 
    is less than perfect
    Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
    You live you life like a canary in a coalmine
    You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
You say you want to spend the winter in Firenza
    You're so afraid to catch a dose of influenza
    You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
    You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
Canary in a coalmine
    Canary in a coalmine
    Canary in a coalmine
Now if I tell you that you suffer from delusions
    You pay your analyst to reach the same conclusions
    You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
    You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
Canary in a coalmine
    Canary in a coalmine
    Canary in a coalmine
First to fall over when the atmosphere is less than perfect
    Your sensibilities are shaken by the slightest defect
    You live your life like a canary in a coalmine
    You get so dizzy even walking in a straight line
    Canary in a coalmine
    Canary in a coalmine
    Canary in a coalmine
    Canary in a coalmine
    Canary in a coalmine
    Canary in a coalmine
Voices inside my head
    Echoes of things that you said
    Voices inside my head
    Echoes of things that you said
    Voices inside my head
    Echoes of things that you said
    Voices inside my head
    Echoes of things that you said 
The general scratches his belly and thinks
    His pay is good but his officers stink
    Guerilla girl, hard and sweet
    A military man would love to meet
    The President looks in the mirror and speaks
    His shirts are clean but his country reeks
    Unpaid bills, in Afghanistan hills
Bombs away
    But we're O.K.
    Bombs away
    In old Bombay
The general only wants to teach France to dance
    His army life doesn't give him any romance
    Guerilla girl, hard and sweet
    A military man would love to meet
    The general scratches his belly and thinks
    His pay is good but his company stinks
    Guerilla girl, hard and sweet
    A military man would love to meet
Bombs away
    But we're O.K.
    Bombs away
    In old Bombay
    Bombs away
    But we're O.K.
    Bombs away
    In old Bombay
    Bombs away
    But we're O.K.
    Bombs away
    In old Bombay
    Bombs away
    But we're O.K.
    Bombs away
    In old Bombay 
Don't think me unkind
    Words are hard to find
    They're only cheques I've left unsigned
    From the banks of chaos in my mind
    And when their eloquence escapes me
    Their logic ties me up and rapes me
De do do do, de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do, de da da da
    Their innocence will pull me through
    De do do do, de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do, de da da da
    They're meaningless and all that's true
Poets, priests and poiticians
    Have words to thank for their positions
    Words that scream for your submission
    And no-one's jamming their transmission
    And when their eloquence escapes you
    Their logic ties you up and rapes you
De do do do, de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do, de da da da
    Their innocence will pull me through
    De do do do, de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do, de da da da
    They're meaningless and all that's true
De do do do, de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do, de da da da
    Their innocence will pull me through
    De do do do, de da da da
    Is all I want to say to you
    De do do do, de da da da
    They're meaningless and all that's true 
I'd invite you back to my place
    It's only mine because it holds my suitcase
    It looks like home to me alright
    But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night
Must I be the man in a suitcase
    Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
    Must I be the man in a suitcase
    Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
Another key for my collection
    For security I race for my connection
    Bird in a flying cage you'll never get to know me well
    The world's my oyster, a hotel room's a prison cell
Must I be the man in a suitcase
    Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
    Must I be the man in a suitcase
    Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
I'd invite you back to my place
    It's only mine because it holds my suitcase
    It looks like home to me alright
    But it's a hundred miles from yesterday night
Must I be the man in a suitcase
    Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
    Must I be the man in a suitcase
    Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
Must I be the man in a suitcase
    Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
    Must I be the man in a suitcase
    Is it me, the man with the stranger's face
    I woke up in my clothes again this morning
    I don't know exactly where I am
    And I should heed my doctor's warning
    He does the best with me he can
    He claims I suffer from delusion
    But I'm so confident I'm sane
    It can't be an optical illusion
    So how can you explain
    Shadows in the rain
And if you see us on the corner
    We're just dancing in the rain
    I tell my friends there when I see them
    Outside my window pane
    Shadows in the rain