| Lisa heard a whisper in her computer screen
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| And in the sad laser flicker of the xerox machine
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| Out the tinted windows, a car sped silently
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| And everything was quiet, everything was clean
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| But she felt something waiting
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| A shadow underneath
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| Oh, a shadow underneath
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| Another cup of coffee, snacks from the machine
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| She stared down the hallway at the plastic trees
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| Waving under air ducts in the automated breeze
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| A whisper, a flicker, trembling in the leaves
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| And she wanted to see it
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| But she didn't want to see
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| Oh, she didn't want to see
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| Down the elevator, falling silently
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| In the parking lot, silver puddles gleam
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| A canyon of buildings, lazy pipes of steam
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| And all of it whispered, all of it breathed
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| And all the little shadows
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| Danced around her feet
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| Oh, they danced around her feet
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| And she wanted to see them
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| But she didn't want to see
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| Oh, she didn't want to see |