| Sugar cube drop into a yellow cup
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| What makes the world just waking up
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| Revolve?
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| Dissolve
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| Who knows where on earth it’s going to stop?
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| I can’t hear you 'cos we’re breaking up
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| Dissolve
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| And the stones in the track make work for the mechanic
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| The birds all fly from the branches in a panic
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| And a back-fire echoes down the hillside
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| As the last headline report dies
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| Dissolve
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| Ice is melting at the distant Pole
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| The gin and tonic glasses overflow
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| Dissolve
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| The precious little else that I could say
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| Your stupid tears of laughter washed away
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| Dissolve
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| While the poisonous light pours from the picture palace
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| And it flickers on, tries so hard to be scandalous
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| A child keeps beating on a toy drum
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| And the tablets dropped on your tongue
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| Dissolve
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| 'So salute me in moving frame'
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| 'I might not be there when you look again'
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| The mourning border card behind the clock
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| The hour that he passed, unwound and stopped
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| Dissolve |