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I'm tryin' to walk up the stairs |
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My hands are snatchin' at the slivers of light |
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I'm stickin' to the steps |
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Each one a release from the place below |
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I'm on a mission |
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On the hunt for clean, clear vapour skies 'cos |
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I'm choking on my own, |
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I need some air |
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The dark skies behind me |
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Begging you to scrape off your disco paint |
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It's open to the night |
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And I'm sick as a hospital and empty factories |
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You look so tiny, so very unimportant |
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I'm nearly there and everything feels fine |
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Don't wanna look behind me |
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Don't wanna look beneath me |
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Every movement, every vibration |
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Every movement, every vibration |
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High above piss city |
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Watch the pigs-ear people, all dead in their droves |
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Some shuffle in silence |
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Some gorge sucking on silicone |
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I've got the urge to jump |
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Watch my life whizz by, fast forward flash |
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But hold on boy, |
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I feel alive |
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Don't want to look behind me |
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Don't want to look beneath me |
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Every movement, every vibration |
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Every movement, every vibration |
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Don't want to look behind me |
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Don't want to look beneath me |
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Every movement, every vibration |
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Every movement, every vibration |
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Don't want to look behind me |
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Don't want to look beneath me |
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Every movement, every vibration |
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Every movement, every vibration |
