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We're not strong enough
We're not young enough
We're not alone enough, or cold enough
Emotionally we're not even old enough
Late at night, we're in a video-game dream
There is no lover in this numbered scene
We summon every childhood ghost we've seen
Then suddenly we hear that Mike Post theme
Everything is all right
We've prayed today
Everything is okay
We've played today
Late at night on the underground train
Through endless suburbs in endless pain
Deep in the tunnel under the London rain
Suddenly we hear Mike Post again
Everything is all right
We've prayed today
If there really is a God
We should be laid today
We watched those films that make men cry
Young lovers kiss then fight and die
We start to yearn, we climb the vine
We have to face the truth sometime
We're not strong enough
We're not young enough
We're not alone enough, or cold enough
Emotionally we're not even old enough
For love
For love
But late at night we find the racing tame
We're faced with women and a reality game
We feel alive, we feel new and blind
We're hearing Mike Post in the air this time
Everything is all right
We've prayed today
If there really is a God
We should get laid today
There comes a time in every little punk's life
Where he has to right a song for his common-law wife
We make our women wait until they wanna scream
But we can always whistle that Mike Post theme
Everything is all right
We've prayed today
If there really is a God
We should get laid today
We watched those films that make men cry
Young lovers kiss then fight and die
We start to yearn, we climb the vine
We have to face the truth sometime
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