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On a short part, |
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Of the long march home |
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With the trail that swells (?) |
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In a small space. |
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There's no breath, |
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There's no ventilation. |
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Cause there's too much traffic, |
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Telepathic traffic. |
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Traffic. |
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Get depressed with the best |
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It's lost, after the disaster |
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Cause you're sure, |
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But it doesn't strike a cord. |
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If I can't see it, |
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And if we don't need it, |
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Cause there's too much traffic. |
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Telepathic traffic. |
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Traffic. |
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There's no breath, |
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There's no ventilation. |
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No breath, |
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There's no ventilation. |
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No breath, |
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There's no ventilation. |
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On the television, |
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Stereo vision, |
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When everything slips |
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You're the only one who sticks. |
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On the _____________, |
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There's a short wave. |
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Just so you can take a short trip |
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On a short wave. |
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Television, |
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Stereo vision, |
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When everything slips |
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You're the only one who sticks. |
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On the ____________, |
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There's another wave |
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Just so you can take a short trip |
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On a short wave. |