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there's clear representation |
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but you can't make it out from here |
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when you find yourself |
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all crowded out |
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there's space available here |
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somewhere there is a hype |
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we want to believe in |
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but its failure to convince |
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has got us a leaving |
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there's a luminous dial |
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seems to need to glow |
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in a dark room with you |
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sleeping there |
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when you tire of the time it takes to know |
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there's still space available here |
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25 years worth of traffic |
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this side of the tunnel flow |
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has always got you waiting there |
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when you tire of the traffic |
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space is still available here |
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like a phantom in the space that can remain |
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between ever drop of rain |
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developing a notion in that falling ocean |
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that serves only as a reminder |
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that there's space for you |
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available here |
