| Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
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| I can feel their blue hands touching me
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| All these things into position
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| All these things we'll one day swallow whole
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| And fade out again and fade out
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| This machine will, will not communicate
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| These thoughts and the strain I am under
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| Be a world child, form a circle
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| Before we all go under
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| And fade out again and fade out again
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| Cracked eggs, dead birds
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| Scream as they fight for life
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| I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
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| All these things into position
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| All these things we'll one day swallow whole
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| And fade out again and fade out again
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| Immerse your soul in love
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| Immerse your soul in love |