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We watch the lives of stars and vagabonds What future lies, your house gets carried on Is shining in the eyes of whores who open doors So you can have it all at the age of twenty-seven It started out as something new, as pure as gold You find your voice to inspiration, try to break the mould Each curtain that comes down A pattern gets frighteningly clear And you're broken when you've found You're medium, you wanna be rare And I see it oh so clear now, life from the outside You go gold or you get cleared out, down on thе south side Oh, so come and watch the skies with stars and vagabonds And tell me now, what future cloud shall I get married on? Come on down, you pimps disguised as charming radicals Will hear that battle cry at the turning of the heavens And I see it oh so clear now, life from the outside You go gold or you get cleared out, down on the south side Like all them has-beens, laughing matter to young city folk You weren't worried about me then, why worry about me now? Don't worry about a thing, ooh It's like metals in my blood and I strayed to pop somehow But I will return again If I don't die this time, may I come back stronger At the turning heaven And if they don't come down now, may I stay up longer Again for twenty-seven If I don't die this time, may I come back stronger At the turning heaven If they don't come down now, may I stay up longer Again for twenty-seven