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So by now you have seen me |
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By now I have seen you |
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Would you would you would you |
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Move with me? |
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Looked through a looking glass |
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And what did |
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I see?I saw one thousand cameras shooting |
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And a giant |
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TVAnd a mass of people sitting and watching |
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Watching that big screen |
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When around them was a fire burning |
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That they couldn't see |
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They couldn't breathe but kept watching |
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And thought things they would be fine |
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Believed that the screen |
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Would be screening for all of time |
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Conceived the idea they were |
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Behind the screen divine |
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But when it came to living |
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Were what petrol is to wine |
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Hear through some speakers sounding |
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What did I hear? |
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I hear some plastic singer singing |
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Plastic lyrics in my ear |
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And a mass of empty hands clapping |
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With an empty cheer |
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When in the distance was some soul music |
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That they couldn't hear |
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Neared the speaker with the plastic song |
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And tried their best to move |
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Cleared a floor and tried to shake it |
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But they couldn't find their groove |
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They feared to recognise that what they heard |
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Was music abused |
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And when it came to dancing |
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Their bodies refuse |
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So by now you have seen me |
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By now I have seen you |
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Would you would you would |
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Move with me? |
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So by now you have seen me |
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By now I have seen you |
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Would you would you would you |
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Move with me? |
