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Looking through the laughing glass |
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And driving burning cars, |
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I'm simulating crashes |
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And measuring the scars, |
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Images still flicker |
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Wheels and dials spin 'round, |
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I'm tuning in on nowhere |
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And hearing other sounds |
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Hearing other sounds ... |
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Oh-oh |
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U.H.F. |
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Time moves in shadows |
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Over yellowing walls, |
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I calculate perspectives |
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Where their angle falls, |
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I sit by her mirror, |
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She stands and stares, |
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I catch my reflection |
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With fastidious snares, |
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With fastidious snares ... |
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Oh-oh |
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U.H.F. |
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I act the perfect passenger, |
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I offer no advice, |
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Maintaining my position |
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I fail to break the ice, |
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She issues her co-ordinates, |
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Her points of no return, |
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And catalogs the impact zones |
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Of cars that crash and burn, |
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Of cars that crash and burn ... |
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Oh-oh |
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U.H.F. |
