| Not for no reason do they call this a wasteland
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| This is the place where your mind isn’t wanted
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| Springs so cruel since it stops us pretending
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| Many a place for a good confrontation
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| There is no time for the lost generation
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| Inevitably it’s a generalisation
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| But innocence leaves like a trivialisation
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| The devil in me made a pact with naievity
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| I keep you close with a memory
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| The devil in me keeps a record of his misery
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| I keep you close with a memory
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| Judging by your reaction
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| I’ll be taking to no further action
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| It’s then I know that I know when I need you
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| Then I know that I know when I need you
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| I know that I know when I need you
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| And not for no reason do they call this a wasteland
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| The century sighs because life’s in the margin
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| The casual stance of the size is reluctance
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| Ritual needs like a cosy occasion
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| Destiny screams till it turns to a whimper
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| You see it on screen but there’s a flaw in the picture
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| Maybe there’s space for the smallest suggestion
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| The devil in me made a pact with naievity
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| I keep you close with a memory
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| The devil in me keeps a record of his misery
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| I keep you close with a memory
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| Forging a new vocabulary seems like the only answer
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| Then I show that I know that I need you
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| When I show that I know when I need you
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| I show that I know when I need you
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| Judging by your reaction
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| I’ll be taking to no further action
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| Then I know that I know that I when need you
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| Then I know that I know that I when need you
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| Forging a new vocabulary seems like the only answer
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| Then I show that I know that I need you
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| When I show that I know when I need you
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| I show that I know when I need you
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| I show that I kwno when I need you
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| Then I’ll know
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| (Thanks to gabriel for these lyrics) |