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where are we? what the hell is going on? |
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the dust has only just begun to fall |
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crop circles in the carpet |
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sinking feeling |
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spin me 'round again and rub my eyes |
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this can't be happening |
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when busy streets a mess with people |
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would stop to hold their heads heavy |
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hide & seek |
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trains and sewing machines |
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all those years, they were here first |
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oily marks appear on walls where |
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pleasure moments hung before the |
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take-over, the sweeping insensitivity |
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of this still life |
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hide and seek |
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trains and sewing machines |
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all those years, they were here first |
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mm whatcha say? |
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mm that you only meant well? |
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well of course you did |
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mm whatcha say? |
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mm that it's all for the best? |
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of course it is |
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mm whatcha say? |
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mm that it's just what we need? |
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and you decided this |
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mm whatcha say? oh what did she say? |
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ransom notes keep fallin out your mouth |
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'mid sweet talk newspaper word cutouts |
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speak no feeling, no I don't believe you |
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you don't care a bit, you don't care a bit |
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hide & seak... |
