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Lights bright |
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Sound loud |
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City streets are so clean |
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The trash is even so pristine |
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The words all move away. |
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Words all move away |
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To faces like their own |
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The rising filth a welcome mat to |
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All words move away |
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And crawling on the floor |
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Has never been less fun |
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A dirt free proposition |
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All signs of those who left (2x) |
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Words all move away |
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To faces like their own |
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The rising filth a welcome mat to |
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All words move away |
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Just the same, they speak |
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The fair-haired rule this place |
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And all the sighs |
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Build up like walls |
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Of staggering heights |
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And crawling on the floor |
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They're move away |
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And crawling on the floor |
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Has never been less fun |
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A dirt free proposition |
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All signs of those who left (4x) |
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All signs of those who left (6x with more powerful instruments) |
