| Red dots — close my eyes — tunnel vision
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| The cooling towers like Cathedrals
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| Pitch black dark, brighter than the sun
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| Less than zero, more than infinity
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| Forever the graphics curling on the screen
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| Forever the numbers counting on and on
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| Flying through the smoke, flying through the smoke
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| See the body of people move across the floor
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| Dancing turning wheeling in the spinning lights
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| I remember the music and the noise so loud
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| All I could see was you moving your mouth
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| Tell me what was it you were trying to say
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| Tell me what was it you were trying to say
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| And all the time everything was moving away
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| Like a slo-mo shot as the camera pulls across the crowd
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| Across the faces caught in the last few seconds of life
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| And you — like a ghost at the feast
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| Your eyes so small and dark and dead — you were uninvited
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| And me — trying to remember how nobody saw you
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| Sitting next to me on the bus as it turned into Mainstreet
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| And the bomb in the bag at your feet
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| What was it you were trying to say
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| Tell me what was it you were trying to say
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| Flying through the smoke in a deafening roar
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| Screaming in the panic as the whirlwind hits
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| Tell me what was it you were trying to say
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| Too late to listen now |