| It all began with the bright light
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| The bright light and the noise
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| The chaos of the senses and the scream of desire
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| Touching and being touched
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| A million loose ends to tie up
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| Ticking of the clock and the cradle rock
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| The colours stand still
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| And then they move around
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| Comin' in and out of focus upside down
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| Empty winter trees
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| How space feels Love of the soft … flowers and the sky
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| One fine day
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| The chaos subsides
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| Bleeds into awareness
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| And a lifetime of surprise
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| The beauty of your mother’s eyes
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| The pain when you fall
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| You drink it in and marvel at it all
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| But you never really figure it out
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| You get used to it
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| The babble of the family
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| And the dumb TV
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| Roar of the traffic and the thunder of jets
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| Chemicals in the water
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| Drugs in the food
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| The heat of the kitchen and the beat of the system
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| The attitude of authority
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| The laws and the rules
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| Hit me square in the face, first morning at school
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| The heroes and the zeroes
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| The first love of my life
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| When to kiss and to kick and to keep your head down when they’re choosing the
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| sides
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| I was never any good at it
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| I was terrified most of the time
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| I never got over it
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| I got used to it
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| Alone in the city at seventeen
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| With the hollow, the lonely
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| The drowning and the drowned
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| I was made to feel worthless
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| The wretched and the mean
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| Beat me up like a weapon
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| I can’t run away from or find a way round
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| Holdin' on, holdin' on
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| The greed and the missiles
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| Exploding somewhere every day
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| Hideous dark secrets under the sea and in holes in the ground
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| The cold war’s gone
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| Those bastards’ll find us another one
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| They’re here to protect you, don’t you know?
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| So get used to it Get used to it!
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| The clash of religions
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| The loaded prayers
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| Information
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| The face of starvation and the state of the nation
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| The sense that it’s useless
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| And the fear to try
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| Not believing the leaders, the media that feeds us
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| Living with the big lie
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| You get used to it |