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Take the time to count the cracks and lines in the four walls |
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The cell that follows you wherever you go and the black swans |
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Now the only chance is here and the motorway looks clear |
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The cells are ticking and the spine is ready to kick in |
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All wrapped up and tied up little demons sing us what we don't know |
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With the industry in place we can hold out for a while |
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It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock |
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Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all |
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It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock |
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Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all |
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They're covered in feathers and they look so good in the sunlight |
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It's only the sawdust trickling from their sleeves that you'll notice |
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With the industry in place we can look the other way |
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It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock |
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Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all |
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It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock |
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Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all |
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It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock |
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Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all |
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It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock |
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Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all |
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It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock |
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Before the time you wake up feeling nothing at all |
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It is the singer in the river is the siren on the rock |
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Before the time you're washed up feeling nothing at all |
