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(Marianne Faithfull, Joe Maverty)
Free souls don't live in suburbia (suburbia)
I was stranded, stranded, I must have been blind
Self preservation, the only way to attack (attack attack attack attack)
Chinese numbers tattoed on my back
We were victims of the present time
Juvenile delinquents, fallen angels
Played the part without relief
Broken hearts like leaves on the street
Self preservation, the only way to attack (attack attack attack attack)
Chinese numbers tattoed on my back
Well I'm in self-imposed exile
I'm in self-imposed exile
I'm in self-imposed exile
I'm in self-imposed exile
We were searching, searching for a space
Living for a moment, just a moment
Take what we wanted, don't seem much
Time for time to sit and watch
Self preservation, the only way to attack (attack attack attack attack)
Chinese numbers tattoed on my back
Well I'm in self-imposed exile
I'm in self-imposed exile
I'm in self-imposed exile
I'm in self-imposed exile
Free souls don't live in suburbia (suburbia)
I was stranded, stranded, I must have been blind
I'm in self-imposed exile
I'm in self-imposed exile
I'm in self-imposed exile
I'm in self-imposed exile
We were searching, searching for a space
Living for a moment, just a moment
We were searching, searching for a space
Living for a moment, for a moment
We were searching, searching for a space
Living for a moment, just a moment
We were searching, searching for a space
Living for a moment, for a moment
We were searching, searching for a space
Living for a moment, just a moment
We were searching, searching for a space
Living for a moment, for a moment ...