| We slide in from the epoch of Anglo-American wire
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| And a Saxon spire, glint in the glare far above me
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| Put pressure on it!
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| She collapse me
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| Man alive, her every ache a baton to me
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| Age of ending
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| Where’s the worth in proving I was here?
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| But maybe Qwerty can leave some little evidence while he lives
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| And all be lying in rows, they can’t believe that it’s happening
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| And Qwerty Finger replies, «I don’t know how to sleep knowing this»
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| I can’t go down like the rest, oh, Qwerty, take it away (If it’s gonna happen
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| to him)
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| So how will they remember us whole when we turn into salt?
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| And it’s mine, the fault, mine the dream and the vein, home of whale flesh
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| Make soap out of it!
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| I regret so
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| Every wand I splinter in a fit of frenzy
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| Distant memory
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| She don’t care for leaving anything behind
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| But maybe Qwerty can leave some little evidence while he lives
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| And all be lying in rows, they can’t believe that it’s happening
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| And Qwerty Finger replies, «I don’t know how to sleep knowing this»
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| I can’t go down like the rest, oh, Qwerty, take it away (If it’s gonna happen
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| to him)
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| I can’t let you turn yourself off
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| Off, ooh
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| Your every ounce an element sleeping
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| A part of you just never quite receiving
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| I wanna be the one to get in, ah-ah!
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| But the only way you tell me you’re certain
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| To draw asunder every leper curtain
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| Would be a hail of every flower to ash, ah-ah!
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| And when every attosecond means nothing
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| And all that you believe in isn’t working
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| I can’t begin to tell you I know, ah-ah!
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| And in twenty-thousand years they trawl the seaboard
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| But all that’s washing up there is a keyboard
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| Yeah, they piece it all together from that, ah-ah!
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| Come on, child
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| What you say, what you do, yeah, it’s all over now
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| Qwerty Finger no more
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| Qwerty Finger no more
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| I can’t do what you ask me
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| Qwerty Finger no more, no more
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| She collapse me
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| Man alive, her every ache a baton to me
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| Age of ending
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| Where’s the worth in proving I was here? |