She came from Greece, she had a thirst for knowledge,
she studied sculpture at Saint Martin's College,
that's where I,
caught her eye.
She told me that her Dad was loaded,
I said "In that case I'll have a rum and coca-cola."
She said "Fine."
and in thirty seconds time she said,

"I want to live like common people,
I want to do whatever common people do,
I want to sleep with common people,
I want to sleep with common people,like you."

Well what else could I do -I said
"I'll see what I can do."
I took her to a supermarket,
I don't know why but I had to start it somewhere,
so it started there.
I said pretend you've got no money,
she just laughed and said,
"Oh you're so funny."
I said "yeah?
Well I can't see anyone else smiling in here.
Are you sure you want to live like common people,
you want to see whatever common people see,
you want to sleep with common people,
you want to sleep with common people,
like me."
But she didn't understand,
she just smiled and held my hand.
Rent a flat above a shop,
cut your hair and get a job.
Smoke some fags and play some pool,
pretend you never went to school.
But still you'll never get it right,
cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.

You'll never live like common people,
you'll never do what common people do,
you'll never fail like common people,
you'll never watch your life slide out of view,
and dance and drink and screw,
because there's nothing else to do.
Sing along with the common people,
sing along and it might just get you through,
laugh along with the common people,
laugh along even though they're laughing at you,
and the stupid things that you do.
Because you think that poor is cool.
I want to live with common people,
I want to live with common people...
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Bueno, si, me siento asi...soy como esa mina en algunos sentidos.
I want to sleep with common people. I want to do wathever common people do. Porque no me siento comun, y no lo digo por un sentimiento de superioridad ni de sentirme especial (no, ni soñarlo) y ademas entiendo que somos distintos todos y bla. Pero me refiero a otra cosa. Y se me hace jodido hablar de esto porque me pongo a discutir conmigo misma y a darle explicaciones a mi otro y a este yo. Y no tengo ganas. Pero voy al punto de que yo no me identifico con "soy tan comuuun", no. Me encantaria despertarme y tener esa vida que uno tiene por el arquetipo del comun. Quizas no mucho tiempo, porque se torna monotono, y yo no soporto lo monotono, lineal, la rutina y todas esas cosas que se pueden agrupar en una familia de palabras. Pero de cualquier manera se puede caer en la rutina. Tengo que encontrar la manera de no hacerlo. Y de no cansarme. Odio cansarme. Y me pasa a menudo.

No se, cada vez que quiero escribir aca se me viene una ola de palabras, ideas y sentimientos que al final terminan en la (casi) nada. Bueno, este casi lo dejo por hoy. A veces me gusta volver y terminar lo inconcluso. Ya veremos.