| Is it resolution?
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| Or black and white flying balloons?
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| Floating off, too colourful
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| Or is it separation
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| You put it to your counting sand
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| Waiting for the world to start again?
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| Ticker tape
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| Ticker tape
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| Tick-tick-ticker tape
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| Is this how you’re feeling?
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| Falling with the world tonight
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| Cauterized and beautiful
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| Slide the light
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| Is this how you’re healing?
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| Out there in the paradigm
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| Waiting for a cavalcade to come again
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| Ticker tape
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| Ticker tape
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| Tick-tick-ticker tape
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| Ticker tape
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| Black light glints with colour
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| Sudden long and horizontal outlines the star
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| A sudden draft and quick chill
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| A single snowflake falls
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| And that is all
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| That is all
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| The world’s face hidden under falling wind
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| Waiting for the world to start again
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| Waiting for the world to start again
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| Waiting for the world to start again
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| Waiting for the world… again
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| 'Cause we’re working through it
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| Working through your nightmare
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| (Are you leaving for the rest of it?)
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| Watch the worker bees
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| As they’re working for it
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| Working through the night shift
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| And I’m working through it
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| Working through the nightmare
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| (Coming back to ghosts inside)
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| Watch the worker bees
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| As they’re working for it
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| Working through the night shift
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| (Or is it just too late for that?)
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| 'Cause we’re working through it
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| Working through your nightmare
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| Watch the worker bees
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| As they’re working for it
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| Working through the night shift
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| And I’m working through it
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| Working through the nightmare
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| (And I’m hoping for a little juice)
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| Watch the worker bees
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| As they’re working for it
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| Working through the night shift |