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Has the future come |
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To make a liar out of me? |
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Every day I wake |
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And I'm further out to sea |
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High above the driving nails |
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Swirl the gardens of relief |
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A broken smile, a little grace |
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For no longer how brief |
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The little things |
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The little things mean everything |
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The little things |
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The little things mean everything |
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Now I'm off to work |
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On the train I only stare |
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There's a sleepy drum |
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And there's corruption in the air |
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Only souls have been lost |
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Desperate is as desperate does |
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A little push, a little shove |
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A little talk I give myself |
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The little things |
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The little things mean everything |
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The little things |
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The little things mean everything |
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The little things |
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The little things mean everything |
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One, two three, four |
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I don't live here any more |
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One day I'll throw myself |
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To the life I live in dream |
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Where dark bouquets explode |
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And fall the colours never seen |
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In the static grey today |
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Of this hopeful little scream |
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Songs are souvenirs |
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For the peace that hasn't come |
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And if it never does |
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Better still that they be sung |
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Souvenirs of little hopes |
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Underground and between thieves |
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The boulevard is raining hard |
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On the flood of you and me |
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The little things |
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The little things mean everything |
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The little things |
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The little things mean everything |
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The little things |
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The little things mean everything |
