| Here comes another one
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| Faster than the one before
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| Here comes another one
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| Faster than the one we saw before
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| Another bus another plane
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| We’ve done this all a hundred times before
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| Let’s stitch another one
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| First one to the ceiling gets the floor
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| Bright lights block out the sun
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| No time to sleep all time to turn
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| Because there goes another one
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| Stand on the edge and watch it turn
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| And if you find you feel you’re falling through the floor
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| Just put your hand out in the dark
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| And feel the bones inside you singing out again
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| A pint of this will take your legs off at the knees
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| And pull your spine out to a cord
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| And leave it glowing on the floor inside the rain
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| All decisions pleasure made
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| Lift up our bodies in the air
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| Just to feel another one
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| Fall out of the tube and hit the air
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| Let’s all march into the sun
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| Friends we remain for friends we are
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| Walk towards the sleeping sand
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| Bolted together like we are
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| And in the morning we’ll turn on TV
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| And watch the news and eat cornflakes
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| As continents divide
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| It’s fine if we are by our side
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| And in the evening we’ll turn off TV
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| And watch the stars
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| And crack open a can or two
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| And it’s all fine if we are by our side
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| Here comes another one
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| Faster than the one before
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| Faster than the one we saw before |