| You’re standing on the only chair
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| And you’re singing to the screens and the moving stairs
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| All on your own in the arrivals
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| You heard it in the watchman’s cry
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| And you saw it in the bleeding evening sky
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| You got a Swiss army in your pocket
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| 'Cause here comes the blackout
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| Now the hooded snake controls your mind
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| It stole your eye on the 7th of July
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| We’ve got to learn to love our neighbor
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| Before our neighbor starts scaring the love out of us
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| Before they frighten the love out of us
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| In the story of the matchstick girl
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| She was freezing on the streets of Petersburg
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| She lit a match and found a warmer world
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| But here comes the blackout
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| Now the hooded snake controls your mind
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| It stole your eye on the 7th of July
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| We’ve got to learn to love our neighbor
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| Before our neighbor starts scaring the love out
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| The hooded snake controls your mind
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| It stole your eye
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| So now we’ve got to learn to love our neighbor
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| Before our neighbor starts scaring the love out of us
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| Out of us |