| Where are we?
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| 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, amass with people
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| With stop to hold their heads heavy
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| Hide and seek
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| Trains and sewing machines
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| All those years
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| They were here first
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| Oily marks appear on walls
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| Where pleasure moments hung before
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| The takeover… 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 (Oh, you won’t catch me around here)
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| Blood and tears
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| They were here first
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| Mmm whatcha say?
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| Oh that you only meant well
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| Well, of course you did.
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| Mmm whatcha say?
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| Mmm that its all for the best
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| Of course it is.
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| Mmm whatcha say?
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| Mmm that it’s just what you need
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| You decided this.
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| Mmm whatcha say?
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| What did she say?
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| Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
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| Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
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| Speak no feeling no, I don’t believe you
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| You don’t care a bit,
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| You don’t care a bit.
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| Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth,
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| Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs.
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| Speak no, feeling no, I don’t believe you
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| You don’t care a bit,
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| You don’t care a bit
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| Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth,
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| Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs.
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| Speak no, feeling no, I don’t believe you (You don’t care a bit)
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| You don’t care a bit,
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| You don’t care a bit
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| Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth,(where are we)
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| Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs. |
| (what the hell)
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| Speak no, feeling no, I don’t believe you (is going on)
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| You don’t care a bit, (the dust)
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| You don’t care a bit (has only just)
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| begun to fall
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| Crop circles in the carpet
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| Sinking… feeling |