| Overhead’s a tube showing off my lines
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| And I’m weighting down a chair, reading the signs
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| Horizontal blinds just dilute in bits
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| So you paint your own picture on metallic slits
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| As they walk around behind them, I will always remember
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| That their shapes looked hollow and I’ll always remember
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| Although I have to tell myself to always remember
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| That their faces looked blank and I’ll always remember
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| There is no cure for the common cold so don’t expect a cure for cancer
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| At least you can appreciate the humour in it
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| We’ll jump feet first, holding charts is cold comfort
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| In the comfort we’ve not advanced too much
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| Progress is compartmentalised
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| But there’s something in the harshness that I want to remember
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| That their shapes looked hollow and I’ll always remember
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| Even though I must remind myself to always remember
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| That their faces looked blank and I’ll always remember
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| There is no cure for the common cold so don’t expect a cure for cancer |