| In a room with artificial light
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| Where the curtains have all been drawn tight
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| Behind a table that’s out of place
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| Same old dream is being chased
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| Behind these walls no sound is heard
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| Beyond this door it’s another world
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| Fist in glove
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| Don’t wanna shake the right hand, baby
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| Before I know what the left hand wants
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| Fist in glove
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| Don’t tell me that the sign you’re making
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| Is the same one your daddy’s done
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| Mother, mother, your love is unsuspected
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| Mother, mother, your love goes undetected now
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| Like a fist in glove
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| Like a fist in glove
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| In this room with artificial light
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| No one’s certain if it’s day or night
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| Ten square feet in a worst kinda taste
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| All your hope inside is laid to waste
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| Masses in the street, counted a million
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| All in protest against armageddon
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| Fist in glove
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| Don’t wanna shake the right hand, baby
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| Before I know what the left hand wants
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| Fist in glove
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| Don’t tell me that the sign you’re making
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| Is the same one your daddy’s done
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| Mother, mother, your love is unsuspected
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| Mother, mother, your love goes undetected now
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| Like a fist in glove
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| Like a fist in glove |