| Your imaginations having puppies
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| It could be a video for new recruits
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| Just stare into the camera
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| And pretend that you got the flu
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| Or dreams of impossible vacations
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| And get all teary from the wind
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| Look as though you’re standing at the station
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| Long after the train came in
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| And see how the space tautens
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| Like there’s something on
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| And you’re never more hot then
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| When you’ve got something on
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| Picture a century of water
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| Bury the pipeline guy right here
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| Kill the dream of possible vacations
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| With the sweep of a mapping pioneer
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| Outside there’s hectic action
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| The ice is covering the trees
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| And one of em’s interconnecting
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| With my chevrolet caprice
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| Black out to phantom power
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| And like there’s nothing on
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| And hammering the tower
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| And now there’s nothing on
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| We’ll ride the monorail
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| Rocking gently home on the trail
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| You wanna to show me the moon
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| I know you’re standing at the station
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| I know there’s nothing on
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| I know the alienation
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| I know the train’s long gone
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| I can see how your face tautens
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| Like you’ve got something on
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| It makes me feel just rotten
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| But you’ve got something on |