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The little clock's stopped ticking now |
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We're swallowed in the stomached rue |
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The only sound to tear the night |
| [00:31.13] |
Comes from the man upstairs |
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His bloated belching figure stomps |
| [00:45.44] |
He may crash through the ceiling soon |
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The window sees trees cry from cold |
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And claw the moon |
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But we know don't we |
| [01:11.07] |
And we'll dream won't we |
| [01:18.25] |
Of Montague Terrace in blue |
| [01:36.81] |
The girl across the hall makes love |
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Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone |
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Her thighs are full of tales to tell |
| [01:53.85] |
Of all the nights she's known |
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Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire |
| [02:08.46] |
The scent of secrets everywhere |
| [02:14.43] |
A fist filled with illusions |
| [02:19.83] |
Clutches all our cares |
| [02:27.37] |
But we know don't we |
| [02:33.90] |
And we'll dream won't we |
| [02:41.04] |
Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue |
