| What was i saying? |
| in one ear, and out the other
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| Fibre optic noises
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| Fracture lines and moisture
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| Call and response
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| Up to scratch, i sat tight, tied up in electrical tape
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| Shall i get out and walk? |
| you call the shots
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| Enough is enough, im out of my face
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| And dragging my feet through the whites of their eyes
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| I’ll burst into flames, and repeat
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| That’s settled then
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| My lips are criminal, that’s muscle memory
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| I have learned my lines and they’re heat seeking
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| It’s all scripted, not up to scratch
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| But we’ll clinch the deal, can anyone drive this thing?
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| Templates and back-catalouge you can’t go wrong
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| Walk. |
| Don’t walk
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| Damaged goods (pressed flowers)
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| It’s obvious (pressed flowers)
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| Bubble wrapped (pressed flowers)
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| Damaged goods for all our
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| Hours, minutes and seconds
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| Walk don’t walk
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| It’s not up to scratch
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| Enough is enough
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| And repeat
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| In one ear
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| And out the other
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| Heat seeking
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| I’ve learned my lines
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| Fracture lines
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| Don’t walk
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| Bubble wrapped for all our hours, minutes and seconds |