Taken from Mídes debut album entitled "Coloured In" which was recorded with Bill Shanley.
lyrics
I fear for the boy who sells us our fix
Doesn't seem to know where the exit is
In too deep to swim
In too far to quit
His hands are tied by his own cheap string
Waits in the night for the phone to ring
For quick conversations that don't mean anything
He'll grow to be the richest boy you'll ever meet
With one eye on the mirror
And one to the floor
Hope he finds what he's looking for
Says he's in between lovers
And underneath friends
Can't tell one from the other
Says he can't spot the difference
Got his mind on his money
His eyes on the prize
How can he be so lonely
With these prospects in sight
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