| Clarity just confuses me
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| The lines drawn on a map, a strange assembly
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| When there’s northeners in southeners
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| And westenders in eastenders
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| And sunny days in January
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| Left spaces in my diary
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| But the demons never need to know
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| What the demons never got to see
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| As we fall in and out of line
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| Stay in touch now for a while
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| Cause the demons never need to know
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| What the demons never got to see
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| As we fall in and out of line
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| Stay in touch now for a while
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| Cos I know that apathy only ruined me
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| Hanging around waiting for calamity
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| And by the year four million
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| Our skins will be vermilion
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| I own a dartboard memory
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| So I’ll forget any felony
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| But the demons never need to know
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| What the demons never got to see
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| As we fall in and out of line
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| Stay in touch now for a while
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| Cause the demons never need to know
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| What the demons never got to see
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| As we fall in and out of line
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| Stay in touch now for a while
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| Cos I know that you know
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| That we know they don’t know what’s going on
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| But the demons never need to know
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| What the demons never got to see
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| As we fall in and out of line
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| Stay in touch now for a while
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| But the demons never need to know
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| What the demons never got to see
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| As we fall in and out of line
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| Stay in touch now for a while
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| But the demons never need to read
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| What we never got around to write
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| A flirt with mediocrity comes with a heavy penalty
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| But the demons never need to read
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| What we never got around to write
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| A flirt with mediocrity comes with a heavy penalty
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| Cos I know that you know
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| That we know they don’t know what’s going on… |