| Listen
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| If you listen
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| You will hear an endless heartbeat
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| On the inside
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| Through the walls
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| The sound is crawling
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| Down the corridors and halls
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| It cracks the ceiling
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| The windows and the doors
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| All the rest won’t listen
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| Though the walls have ears
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| But they never really look
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| They just stand and stare
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| They’re all standing
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| Staring at the walls
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| Who put the writing on the walls?
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| Will no-one ever know?
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| Oh, well I don’t mind the walls
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| Tell me
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| Why don’t you tell me?
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| Have you got nothing to say?
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| Tell me where in hell this place is
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| Tell me why I get no answers
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| Am I talking, taking to the walls?
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| So it’s running, jumping, standing still
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| Well I think I’ve had enough of it all
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| Get your hands up
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| Up against the wall
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| (well, I’m never going back to the factory
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| No I’ll never be a part of the machinery)
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| Who put the writing on the wall?
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| Who fights and runs away?
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| The minutes and the hours pass him
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| Tracing out the days
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| The days and nights drag into years
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| And no-one ever knows
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| Oh, well I don’t mind the walls
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| Oh, well I don’t mind the walls
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| I don’t mind the walls |