| Will my strange ears know?
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| Or can my weird eyes tell?
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| Will my feet be on their way rushing into things my nose didn’t even smell?
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| Will my head be alarmed
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| Before my hands take control?
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| Concealing all my warmth
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| Sooner or later
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| My strange ears will know
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| My strange ears will know
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| My strange, my strange
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| Ears will know
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| We could break our bones
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| Knowing all we know
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| With the kick drum our hearts beat as one
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| And we don’t feel alone
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| Under the cold strobe light
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| We are parasites
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| (We are parasites)(x2)
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| Under the cold strobe light we work our way
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| Dancing through the crowd
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| We lose track of time
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| Manic black and white
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| Colours fade before our eyes
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| In unison we praise the night |