I've been here before; this is where my fingers slipped into yours
This is where I trembled when you touched mine
This is where the seeds we planted long ago
Grew up to tell us we're too old to know

I've been here before; this is where the novelty starts wearing off, wearing off, wearing off
And all the world's a stage; it's just that I ain't on it anymore, anymore
This ain't Eastenders, this ain't Eastenders, this ain't Eastenders; it's the real thing
What am I supposed to do now?
Crawl down the hole of monotony, monotony, monotony, monotony

The silence is deafening, the phone never rings
Won't somebody help me 'cause I feel like I'm drowning?
If I should sink, if I should swim
It doesn't really matter anymore - dead man walkin'

I've been meaning to tell you for oh-so long
Baby, you got it right, and I got it wrong
Now I know what ageism means; you gotta try a little harder
You gotta be a little stronger

I've been here before; this is where nothing happens anymore, anymore, anymore
Someone else's rage, someone else's pain
Someone else's ego; you will believe, you will believe

This ain't Eastenders, this ain't Eastenders, this ain't Eastenders; it's the real thing
What am I supposed to do now?
Sink to the bottom of obscurity, obscurity, obscurity, obscurity

It's a foregone conclusion, a fait accompli
It's all taken care of; you don't have to worry
If I should lose, If I should win
It doesn't really matter anymore - dead man walkin'

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Writer(s): Ian Hunter