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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