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[ti:Blurred Girl] |
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[ar:John Foxx] |
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[al:Metamatic] |
[00:27.39] |
I'm taking nothing |
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It's not my way |
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It's almost summer now |
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This bed's been made |
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Some time ago a figure strolled |
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Along the esplanade |
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Changing in the mist and light |
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Underneath the green arcades |
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A blurred girl |
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A blurred girl |
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Are we running still? |
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Or are we standing still? |
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Are we running still? |
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Or are we standing still? |
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Standing so close |
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Never quite touching |
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Standing so close |
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Never quite touching |
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A blurred girl |
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A blurred girl |
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Wounded in sleep again |
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The sequences move by me |
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A million miles across the room |
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A tearing sound of smiling |
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We're fixing distances on maps |
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And echo paths in crowds |
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The light from other windows |
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Falls across me now |
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A blurred girl |
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A blurred girl |
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A blurred girl |
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A blurred girl |
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Standing so close |
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Never quite touching |
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Standing so close |
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Never quite touching |
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(Repeat and fade) |