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Lyrics for 'Quietly Alone' by 'Kirsty Maccoll'
There's An Old ... Coming On My New Tv
So I Go Out For A Quiet Drink
But It Costs A Packet And It's Such A Racket
That I Can't Hear Myself Think
There's A Microchip One Armed Bandit With A Screw Loose
A Stripper In The Corner With A Face Like Thunder
A Terrible Band Playing "johnny B Goode"
So I'd Rather Go Home And Stay Quietly Alone
I Get Up In The Morning With The Radio On
I Do My Makeup And I Go To Look For Work
Somebody Tells Me That The Job's Just Gone
And I've Been Replaced By Some Computer Jerk
I Would Talk To My Boyfriend But I Never Can
'cos A Space Invader Stole My Man
There's A Dreadful Playing "johnny B Goode"
So I'd Rather Go Home And Stay Quietly Alone
Trying To Keep My Sanity Is Hard To Do
Living Like A Hermit All Alone
Find An Occupation That Won't Deafen Me
My Sense Of Reality's Gone
My Temperature Is Getting Higher And Higher
And I'm Shaking In My Jeans
'cos I Get So Angry When I'm Shut In
With One Of Those Machines
I Would Talk To My Boyfriend But I Never Can
'cos A Space Invader Stole My Man
And The Synthesizer's Playing "johnny B Goode"
Then I'd Rather Go Home And Stay Quietly Alone
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