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Switching on the city lighting All the homes feel so secure 'cos the west is ever caring She can keep your home fires burning Switching to a bedroom lighting Hiding low you're insecure Hand around the candle you say There's no more joy to come tomorrow Caught in the act You were taking your time You said nothing would change Nothing would change so Nothing would Selling out your future Selling out your future Drew the curtains shut the lights out Slept alone upon the floor But you couldn't stop the draught creeping Underneath the front door You ignored the press gang selling Lottery tickets at the stairs But you already sold your hat for A dark green helmet yesterday Caught in the trap You had nothing to choose You saw everything lost You had nothing to say Nothing to say, so nothings said Selling out your future Selling out your future Switching on the city lighting All the homes feel so secure 'cos the west is ever caring She can keep the camera staring Switching on your colour vision Smiling faces lie to you Faded voices crying 'Fall into line The 'Fall out', comes tomorrow Caught in the trap You were taking your time They were buying your mind You had nothing to say Nothing to say, so nothings said Selling out your future Selling out your future