| You sleep dreamless on the watchtower baby
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| In the heart of the train
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| And it’s seamless
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| Your light’s beamless
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| And so you’re hiding in the tunnel until the fire’s exchanged
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| For a setlist
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| You call them insane
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| Call in, call out
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| And then your eyes twitch
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| And then you’re outside
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| And you call them insane
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| In-line shockring
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| You make a racket in the station until the silence explains
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| Guideway blocking
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| Shockwave docking
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| It took 100,000 blinkers for the darkness to drain
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| To start talking
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| The factions make peace by the subway light
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| And then your eyes twitch
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| And then you’re outside
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| Call in
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| Call out
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| Collinear
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| Call them insane |