| Turn on TV
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| I see a burning moon
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| Put there by you
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| A sign to say it’s time
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| No it’s too soon
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| I see the pools of technicolour petrol
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| Loom around the room
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| Hide me and disguise me
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| Loops me a hole in the contract
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| Break the pact, letting me retract
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| If there’s any good left inside you
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| Henchmen, line the windows
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| Mouthing the words:
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| Go, go, go. |
| Time to go
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| Outside, lilac twilight
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| Smouldering skies
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| Are full of signs
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| Inside, the floor is cracked
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| The cracks are wide
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| Nowhere to hide from holes
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| That swallow all my pride
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| Fall inside
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| Hide me and disguise me
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| Loops me a hole in the contract
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| Break the pact, letting me retract
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| If there’s any good left inside you
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| Henchmen, line the windows
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| Mouthing the words:
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| Go, go, go. |
| Time to go
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| Printed initials, witness officials
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| Naively expecting the day not to come
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| When they will take me
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| Break and berate me
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| Henchmen mouth the words
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| It’s time to go, go, go
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| Time to go |