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.
You can`t want me.
You can`t need me.
You can`t have 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.
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