
Left to My Own Devices (Live at The Royal Opera House, 2018) Pet Shop Boys
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[Spoken Intro]
OK, we're going to do another old song-- but in a new version
[Verse 1]
I get out of bed at half past ten
And phone up a friend who's a party animal
Turn on the news and drink some tea
Maybe if you're with me we'll do some shopping
One day I'll read or learn to drive a car
If you pass the test you can beat the rest
But I don't like to compete or talk street, street, street
I can pick up the best from the party animal
[Chorus]
I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would
[Verse 2]
Pick up a brochure about the sun
Learn to ignore what the photographer saw
I was always told that you should join a club
Stick with the gang if you want to belong
I was a lonely boy, no strength, no joy
In a world of my own at the back of the garden
I didn't want to compete or play out on the street
For in a secret life I was a roundhead general
OK, we're going to do another old song-- but in a new version
[Verse 1]
I get out of bed at half past ten
And phone up a friend who's a party animal
Turn on the news and drink some tea
Maybe if you're with me we'll do some shopping
One day I'll read or learn to drive a car
If you pass the test you can beat the rest
But I don't like to compete or talk street, street, street
I can pick up the best from the party animal
[Chorus]
I could leave you, say goodbye
Or I could love you, if I try
And I could
And left to my own devices, I probably would
Left to my own devices, I probably would
[Verse 2]
Pick up a brochure about the sun
Learn to ignore what the photographer saw
I was always told that you should join a club
Stick with the gang if you want to belong
I was a lonely boy, no strength, no joy
In a world of my own at the back of the garden
I didn't want to compete or play out on the street
For in a secret life I was a roundhead general
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