| We starve, look at one another, short of breath
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| Walking proudly in our winter coats
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| Wearing smells from laboratories
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| Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy
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| Listening for the new told lies
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| With supreme visions of lonely tunes
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| Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of
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| Greatness, who knows what stands in front of
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| Our lives, I fashion my future on films in space
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| Silence tells me secretly
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| Everything
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| Everything
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| Manchester, England, England
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| Manchester, England, England
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| Across the Atlantic Sea
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| And I’m a genius, genius
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| I believe in God
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| And I believe that God believes in Claude
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| That’s me, that’s me, that’s me
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| We starve, look at one another, short of breath
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| Walking proudly in our winter coats
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| Wearing smells from laboratories
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| Facing a dying nation of moving paper fantasy
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| Listening for the new told lies
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| With supreme visions of lonely tunes
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| Singing our space songs on a spider web sitar
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| Life is around you and in you
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| Answer for Timothy Leary, dearie
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| Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
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| The sunshine in
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| Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
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| The sunshine in
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| Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
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| The sunshine in
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| Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
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| The sunshine in
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| Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
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| The sunshine in
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| Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
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| The sunshine in
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| Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
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| The sunshine in
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| Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
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| The sunshine in
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| Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
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| The sunshine in |