| I lay awake in bed, don’t know how i got here
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| There’s a knocking on the door — 1−2-3−4
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| It’s quite a bloody mess in here and no one feels responsible
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| The fragmentation of our selves, nah, don’t be so sensible
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| You know they build on sand but they call it an empire
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| So much for cleaning up now, the middle class is fading
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| Those friends in higher places are deceptive clowns parading
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| The cocaine cowboys and the wall street vampires
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| White noize, white noize — come and lull me into my sleep
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| White noize, beautiful white noize
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| Who distributes the migrants, who talks about the crisis
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| New faces to the cabinet, let’s see how thick the ice is
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| Testing distant waters, quietly behind the scenes
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| My arm is growing tired, of waving the white flag
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| And now there’s nothing left to light, just filters of old fags
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| The prime minister’s driving in a long black limousine
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| White noize, white noize — come and lull me into my sleep
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| White noize, beautiful white noize — tonight i don’t care if i’m a creep
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| White noize, white noize — is the quiet before the storm
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| White noize, beautiful white noize
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| And the world goes — tweet tweet, tweet tweet, tweet tweet, tweet tweet, yeah
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| And the birds go — tweet tweet, tweet tweet, tweet tweet, tweet tweet, yeah
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| In a room without a roof — i’m staring at the ceiling
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| In times like these they don’t care about how we’re feeling
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| White noize, white noize — come and lull me into my sleep
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| White noize, beautiful white noize — tonight i don’t care if i’m a creep
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| White noize, white noize — comes the morning comes a time to reap
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| White noize, beautiful white noize
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| There’s no one left to talk to, and no one wants to listen
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| How can we right a wrong when all they do is reminiscing
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| Free speech echoes, echoes from the wall
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| I lean back in my camp chair, waiting until they fall |