| Lying in my bed
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| I think of you
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| That song goes through my head
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| The one we both knew
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| In each line lies another line
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| Full of sacred sound
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| But you’re outside where the companies dream
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| And the money goes round
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| Lying in my bed
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| Watching my mistakes
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| I listen to the band
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| They said that it could be the two of us
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| The snow might fall and write the lines on the silent page
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| But you’re outside making permanent love to the nuclear age
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| Two silhouettes by the cash machine make a lover’s dance
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| It’s a tango for the lonely wives of the business class
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| Lying in my bed
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| Watching my mistakes
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| I listen to the band
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| Lying in my bed
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| Nothing much to say
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| So, I listen to the man
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| He said that it could be the two of us
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| I heard you call from across the city
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| Through the stereo sound
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| And so, I crawled there, sickeningly pretty
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| As the money went round
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| Lying in my bed
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| Watching my mistakes
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| I listen to the band
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| And the drums beat in my head
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| Pianos chime the sound
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| In this prison of the house
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| And as the illness comes again
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| Can you hear me through the rain
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| As I listen to the band?
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| As I sing the silent song
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| Mime each lonely word
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| Please listen to the man
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| He said that it could be the two of us
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| Alone but not lonely
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| You and me
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| Alone but not lonely
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| You and me
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| Alone but loaded
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| Alone but loaded |