| Wheels within wheels, turning wheels, tumbling towards a conclusion
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| A crimson cascade, the blood in the bowl
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| And the mind that you’re in is walking the world but you feel like you’re
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| walking on water
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| Face up to the facts, face up to the truth, face up to reality, you’re just
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| being used
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| There’s a spark in your eyes, when she calls you’ll explode and she’s blaming
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| it all on crossed wires
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| When the clocks move sideways, when the clocks move sideways, Fellini days
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| Fix a stare at the wall, avoiding the accusations that lurk in the mirror,
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| trying to catch my attention
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| Reflect on the fact that your life is such a mess
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| Whose fault is that anyway?
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| The shutters are closed, did you lock all the doors?
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| Arm the alarms? |
| Sheath all the knives?
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| Unload all the guns? |
| Throw out all the pills?
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| Did you remember to switch off the TV?
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| Don’t answer the phone
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| Provide the impression there’s nobody home
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| As if there was anyway
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| As if there was anyway
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| When the clock moves sideways, the clock moves sideways
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| Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock
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| Tock, tock, tock, tock…
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| When the clock moves sideways, when the clock moves sideways
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| Fellini days
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| Fugazi
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| Don’t answer the phone
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| Fugazi
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| Wheels within wheels within wheels
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| Tumbling towards a conclusion
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| Wheels within wheels within wheels
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| Tumbling towards a conclusion
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| Tumbling towards a conclusion
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| Tumbling towards a conclusion
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| Should auld acquaintance be forgot
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| And never brought to mind
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| Should auld acquaintance be forgot
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| For auld lang syne
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| For auld lang syne |