| My mind is just a turntable, dusty vinyl memories,
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| The record spins and keeps repeating all the things you’ve said to me,
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| Now I must agree (now I must agree), now I must agree.
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| My dreams are just a sweet illusion, castles made of silver sand,
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| The spider spins a web of safety 'round my coarse and dirty hands,
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| Now I’m fast asleep (now I’m fast asleep), now I’m fast asleep.
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| There’s nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
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| Trouble haunts my future like a stranger in the night,
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| Whoa Oh
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| My hope is just a torn cable, all my friends are enemies,
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| The world spins and keeps repeating all the worst of history,
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| Now I must believe (now I must believe), now I must believe.
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| There’s nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
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| Trouble haunts my future like a preacher in the light,
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| Whoa Oh
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| Hum a sweet melody, deep inside my memory,
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| And this everlasting dream.
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| There’s nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
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| Trouble haunts my future like a stranger in the night,
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| There’s nothing left for me to do but open up my eyes,
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| Trouble haunts my future like a preacher in the light,
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| Oh
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| My mind is just a turntable, dusty vinyl memories,
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| The record spins and keeps repeating all the things you’ve said to me,
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| all the things you’ve said to me,
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| all the things you’ve said to me. |