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Where are we? |
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What the hell is going on? |
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The dust has only just begun to fall |
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Crop circles in the carpet |
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Sinking feeling |
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Spin me round again and rub my eyes |
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This can't be happening |
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When busy streets a mess with people |
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Would stop to hold their heads heavy |
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Hide and seek |
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Trains and sewing machines |
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All those years |
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They were here first |
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Oily marks appear on walls |
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Where pleasure moments hung before the takeover |
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The sweeping insensitivity of this still life |
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Hide and seek |
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Trains and sewing machines |
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Blood and tears |
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They were here first |
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Mm what d'ya say? |
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That you only meant well, well of course you did |
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Mm this it's all for the best, of course it is |
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Hmm that it's just what we need, you decided this? |
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Hmm what did you say? |
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Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth |
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Mid sweet talk newspaper word cut outs |
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Speak no feeling no I don't believe you |
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You don't care a bit |
