| Noises are taking away my freedom
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| Noises seem to rob me of myself
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| Noises are the sound of mediocrity
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| Noises … to take that … from out of myself
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| Noises are taking away my casualness
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| Noises are making me scared
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| Big noises are made by big shots
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| Some noises should never be heard
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| Noises
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| Noises
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| Noises
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| Noises
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| Give me noises!
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| Noises are looking over my shoulder
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| Noises are the sound of the herd
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| Noises make the planet colder
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| Noises are noises that should never be heard
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| Noises
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| Noises
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| Noises
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| Noises will destroy me
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| Noises …
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| Why not join some junky jewels, who wreck the clines on canvas fools
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| Who take the vapours from the mind. |
| Neo nothing. |
| Shallow kind
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| A ritzy Nazi owns the game, he plays at God but that was fame
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| And music masturbates his mind, and stones get rolled up in the slime
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| A New York butch becomes a blond, while changing gears while from beyond
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| Agree to consecrate the music makers have gotta take
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| Owls with trowels as big as spades, dig down among those sequined graves
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| Work out their ages, turn the pages, caught in cages, locked in ages
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| Media momenta, who can prevent her
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| Noises, Noises, Noises, Noises
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| Did you find a certain street, they’re looking for thoughtless thoughts to
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| preach
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| The street, the street, they’re not your drain, while waiting in the pouring
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| rain
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| For your old lady out of work, brought the baby, bet your shirt
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| Waiting for Godot did it, then what’s happening the other end — Rewards
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| And gallant knights with blunted swords
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| Locked away in isolation, trying to figure out why they wanna die
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| And that’s the state of the nation
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| Noises
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| Noises
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| Noises
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| Noises, oh, oh, oh
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| I love noises! |