| Where are we?
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| And 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, 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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| Would 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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| Oily marks appear on walls
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| Where pleasure moments hung before
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| The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this still life
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| Hide and seek
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| Trains and sewing machines
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| Blood and tears
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| They were here first
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| Mmm, what you say?
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| Mm, that you only meant well? |
| Well, of course you did
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| Mmm, what you say?
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| Mm, that it’s all for the best? |
| Because it is
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| Mmm, what you say?
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| Mm, that it’s just what we need? |
| And you decided this
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| Mm, What you say?
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| Mmm, what did you 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 fear, no I don’t believe
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| You don’t care a bit. |
| You don’t care a little 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 fear, no I don’t believe you
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| You don’t care a bit. |
| You don’t care a little bit
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| Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
|
| Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
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| Speak no fear, no I don’t believe you
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| You don’t care a bit. |
| You don’t care a little bit
|
| Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
|
| Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs
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| Speak no fear, no I don’t believe you
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| You don’t care a bit. |
| You don’t care a little bit |