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The little clock's stopped ticking now |
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We're swallowed in the stomached rue |
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The only sound to tear the night |
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Comes from the man upstairs |
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His bloated belching figure stomps |
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He may crash through the ceiling soon |
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The window sees trees cry from cold |
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And claw the moon |
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But we know don't we |
| [01:19.41] |
And we'll dream won't we |
| [01:20.13] |
Of Montague Terrace in blue |
| [01:46.17] |
The girl across the hall makes love |
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Her thoughts lay cold like shattered stone |
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Her thighs are full of tales to tell |
| [02:04.26] |
Of all the nights she's known |
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Your eyes ignite like cold blue fire |
| [02:20.52] |
The scent of secrets everywhere |
| [02:27.57] |
A fist filled with illusions |
| [02:32.28] |
Clutches all our cares |
| [02:48.78] |
But we know don't we |
| [02:49.14] |
And we'll dream won't we |
| [02:50.46] |
Of Montague Terrace in blue oh in blue |
