| Have you ever seen the windows cry, as rain passes by?
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| Winter’s branches making faces as you look to the sky
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| Constellations form a screaming mouth, tormented and torn
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| Evolution stops right here with me, my descendants will be fish
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| So is it time to carry the can? |
| Is it part of the plan to be here?
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| (Carry the can)
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| You’ll see me with my sun dried nose and my frostbitten toes, existing
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| (Carry the can)
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| Operating
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| (Carry the can)
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| Carry the can
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| Get prepared for the old orders to collapse and demise
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| There’ll be no jumbo jets or radio cassettes left to hear
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| Information superhighway dug up, cracked and deformed
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| All the pylons twisted out of shape, their wires undone
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| So is it time to carry the can? |
| Is it part of the plan to be here?
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| (Carry the can)
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| You’ll see me with my sun dried nose and my frostbitten toes, existing
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| (Carry the can)
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| Operating
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| (Carry the can)
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| Carry the can
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| Who are we?
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| Who are we?
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| To sustain, complain
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| So is it time to carry the can? |
| Is it part of the plan to be here?
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| (Carry the can)
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| You’ll see me with my sun dried nose and my frostbitten toes, existing
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| (Carry the can)
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| Operating
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| (Carry the can)
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| Got to feel
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| (Carry the can)
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| Carry the can
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| Who are we?
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| Who are we?
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| To sustain, complain
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| So is it time to carry the can?
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| Ooooh |