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The wine in your hand is worth two at the bar |
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And everybody knows what you've been drinking |
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Disgraceful sky flecked with a nightmare of stars |
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And everybody knows how you've been synching (sinking ?) |
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Long distance century buzzes and fades |
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I wonder why you've not resigned |
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Previews processions and parades |
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You've got to grind, grind it out |
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Line up the arrows, push off the top |
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This can cause sustain forever |
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And once it's started up, it cannot be stopped |
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At least it's holding us together |
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Long distance century buzzes and fades |
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An automatic charge on your mind |
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The glittering minutes, jangled decades |
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We've got to grind, grind it out |
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A vortex appears, unleashed by the crash |
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A moment marred by hesitation |
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Bedazzled surgeon chases the gash |
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But we don't need that operation |
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Long distance century buzzes and fades |
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Elysian fields not far behind |
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Find me a witness amongst these shades |
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They've got to grind, grind it out |
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Long distance century buzzes and fades |
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I hope the deaf can lead the blind |
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Lift me up into those whirling blades |
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I've got to grind, grind it out |