| Repression …
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| Walking down the streets of depression
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| Seclusion …
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| See a smiling face -- it’s an illusion
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| Sudbued … on wine and quaaludes
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| Oh, valium (valium)
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| Oh, valium (valium)
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| Where is the sun? |
| (ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| Where is that big red sun?
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| Enormous sun
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| I’m so sleepy, I’m dragging myself along
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| What’s the hurry?
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| What’s everybody running from?
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| What’s the hurry?
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| What’s everybody running from?
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| Buildings sway, they come tumbling down
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| People concave -- contorting all around
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| Tidal waves, I just can’t. |
| stay away
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| The earth quakes
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| Or is it only in my handshakes?
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| Black bombers … huh!
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| Now something’s going down, so I’ll move on
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| Another bench, another town
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| But what’s the hurry, yeah
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| Men with pointed heads are surrounding me
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| And I said
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| What’s the hurry?
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| What’s everybody running from?
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| What’s the hurry?
|
| What’s everybody running from?
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| Buildings sway, they come tumbling down
|
| People concave -- contorting all around
|
| Tidal waves, I just can’t stay away
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| The earth quakes -- or is it only in my handshakes?
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| Repression …
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| Walking down the same old streets of depression
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| Seclusion …
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| See a smiling face -- it’s an illusion
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| Valium … valium … valium … valium … valium |