| Lights bright
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| Sound loud
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| City streets are so clean
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| The trash is even so pristine
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| The words all move away
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| Words all move away
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| To faces like their own
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| The rising filth a welcome mat to
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| All words move away
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| And crawling on the floor
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| Has never been less fun
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| A dirt free proposition
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| All signs of those who left (2x)
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| Words all move away
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| To faces like their own
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| The rising filth a welcome mat to
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| All words move away
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| Just the same, they speak
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| The fair-haired rule this place
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| And all the sighs
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| Build up like walls
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| Of staggering heights
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| And crawling on the floor
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| They’re move away
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| And crawling on the floor
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| Has never been less fun
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| A dirt free proposition
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| All signs of those who left (4x)
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| All signs of those who left (6x with more powerful instruments) |