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I looked in the mirror then |
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Saw my face in a dream. |
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With eyes sharp as diamonds |
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Blessed with clear vision. |
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Things were not as they seemed. |
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Black and white television |
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Stared back from the wall. |
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Is that my life? |
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Am I here at all? |
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Down in the high road, see |
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Motor cavalcades glide |
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Past shopwindow dressers |
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Desperately covering |
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All the parts they can hide. |
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Black and white television |
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Stares at me again. |
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Is that their lives? |
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Even dummies pretend. |
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The truth is so hard to deny. |
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The answer is here. |
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The screen never lies. |
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Black and white television. |
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It's the right television. |
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Show me it's all a dream tonight. |
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The boys on the corner sulk |
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In their suzuki haze. |
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In primary colours |
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(each year more startling) |
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But they still fade to grey |
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On black and white television. |
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It's sweeping the land. |
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Is that your life? |
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Do you understand? |
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The truth is so hard to deny. |
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The answer is here. |
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The screen never lies. |
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Black and white television. |
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Back the right television. |
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Black and white television. |
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Hard to fight television. |
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Show me it's all a dream tonight. |
