| Cut the ropes, cut the ropes, cut this empty road
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| Unplug this factory town
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| I’ll take my compass down
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| Departure boards, double doors, humming exit signs
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| The tracks and railway lines, god, I miss your style
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| Get up, get out
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| It’s no good now
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| Light that lighthouse light
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| Through telescopic sight, I’m sailing home tonight
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| Are we going to make this last?
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| I think I spoiled it all last night, and for what?!
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| We float like spectres on the corner of the street
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| 'Til we find our way back home
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| Emergency! |
| Emergency! |
| Emergency!
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| Cut the ropes, cut the ropes, cut this empty pulse
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| Replace its hollow sound
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| I’ll take my compass down
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| Get up, get out
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| It’s no good now
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| You are out of sight, I want you here tonight
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| Are we going to make this last?
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| I think I blew it, there’s a surprise!
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| We float like spectres on the corner of the street
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| 'Til we find our way back home
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| Do you remember the lives we stole from songs?
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| We float like spectres on the corner of the street
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| We lost our way back home
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| Emergency! |
| Emergency! |
| Emergency! |