| The cars are parked in a straight line, side-by-side
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| The walls are washed in white, and different shades of grey
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| And different shades of grey
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| The white count is my brother
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| The white count is my friend and my enemy, my enemy
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| My enemy, my enemy
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| Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
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| Some doors are always open, some doors are never shut
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| To germ-free adolescents, that cannot be seen
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| That cannot be seen
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| The white count is my sister
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| The white sound is my friend and my enemy, my enemy
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| My enemy, my enemy
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| Listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen
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| Some doors are always open
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| Some doors are never shut
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| Some doors are never shut
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| Some doors are never shut
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| Some doors are never shut |