| Dull, dull grey
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| The colour of our times
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| Cool, cool space
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| That I still hope to find
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| Far beyond the veil
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| The sound of whispers and moans
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| Slow, time bomb
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| The clamour of the street
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| I hear this town
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| It never goes to sleep
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| And I will catch the taxi driver
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| Weeping like a wounded beast
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| Then I wake up in your room
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| To share one piece of your life
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| When tomorrow comes we may not be here at all
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| Without your whispers and moans
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| 'Cause here you come to carry me home
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| Here you come to carry me home
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| Love that sound
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| Time erase
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| Tension wheels
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| Cool heels
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| Won’t ya come on open the bid 'fore too long
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| Then I wake up in your room
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| To share one piece of your life
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| I’d give anything to be a fly upon the wall
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| And hear your whispers and moans
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| I’d like to hear your whispers and moans
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| Here you come to carry me
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| We are the mirrors
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| Are the mirrors of each other in a lifetime of suspicion
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| Cleansed in a moment of recognition
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| You gave your life for it
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| Worth its weight in gold
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| And growing empires and art collectors
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| And Alans sound investments
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| Will one day be forgotten
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| One day be forgotten, yeah |