| Writing on the Wall |
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| Back through the city fog, |
| I was another cog, |
| For the machinery there, |
| Now the machines have gone, |
| The silence hanging on, |
| I sit, i stare. |
| Chorus repeated |
| Come on and take your aim, |
| I feel the mildest pain, |
| Protecting something so rare, |
| 'cos there’s a gem or two. |
| Inside the human zoo, |
| If only you are aware. |
| Chorus repeated. |
