Stuff comes down from the golden triangle
On ferries from Denmark to Helsingborg
The band strikes up but they're out of time
On synthesiser and washboard
Wooden tulips grow by the roadside
Made in a factory in Jonjoping
Fake glass baubles hang in the station
Just like the passenger's imitation
Then it hits you she was just the dregs
All you wanna do now is break her legs
Kick that brunette into a pond
Replace her with a...

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Platinum blonde
Platinum blonde
Platinum blonde
Platinum blonde

There's a secret world that you cannot enter
It's in the center of the darkest night
She's waiting there with a set of works
And a Swedish passport and something white
She walks past but you can't form a whistle
Even her lips look artificial
You wanna follow her but you can't swallow
Her act, it seems so superficial
Now you've shed the old one like a worn out shoe
It was all your fault but you blame her too
You know its phony but at least it's new
And it comes from a bottle like

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And in your heart there's a new addiction
Another friction that you can't resolve
She seemed alive but she is just a cipher
An imaginary postcard that just dissolved
Endless sunsets glow in the distance
Painted by Picasso's assistants
Perfect people travel in Volvos
Into the sunsets into the distance
You're just a passenger she's not a ticket
A foreign stamp you've got to lick it
Put it in the mail box
Put it in the fail box
You never seem to learn from the school of hard knocks
Then she walks past and laughs at the pond
You can't break a heart that doesn't respond, like

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Writer(s): GRAHAM THOMAS PARKER