at 17 you´re in a world of your own
you think that no-one quite understands
your mother is telling you to stay at home
your father has quite different plans

you´ve packed your bags and you´re ready to leave
like so many times before
you leave the envelope on the kitchen table
as you turn the key of the door

i´m so sorry but you´ll never understand
but you´ve never had the problems that i´ve had
and i think that i can make it
but life is just a game
and i´m dealing all my aces
while i grit my teeth in pain

chorus:
i´m not a casualty
(hey boy)
i´m not a number
(do you really care?)

i´m looking through glossy magazines
they make it look oh so real
but my life isn´t quite right just now
who knows just how i feel

another tube station and a false address
know where to sleep tonight
another false friend who smiles and smiles
and smiles through his evil eyes

i´m so sorry but you´ll never understand
but you´ve never had the problems that i´ve had
and i think that i can make it
but life is just a game
and i´m dealing all my aces
while i grit my teeth in pain

chorus
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