| The sound is on the visions move
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| The image dance starts once again
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| They shuffle with a bovine grace and glide in syncopation
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| Just living lines from books we’ve read
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| With atmospheres of days gone by With paper smiles
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| The screenplay calls a message for the nation
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| Chorus:
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| And those who sneer will fade and die
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| And those who laugh will surely fall
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| And those who know will always feel their backs against the thin wall
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| The thin wall
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| Thin wall
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| Grey men who speak of victory
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| Shed light upon their stolen life
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| They drive by night and act as if they’re moved by unheard music
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| To step in time and play the part
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| With velvet voices smooth and cold
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| Their power games a game no more
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| And long the chance to use it
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| (Chorus)
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| And those who dance will spin and turn
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| And those who wait will wait no more
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| And those talk will hear the word
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| And those who sneer will fade and die
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| And those who laugh will surely fall
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| And those who know will always feel their backs against the thin wall
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| The thin wall
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| Thin wall
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| The thin wall (Repeat 3 times)
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| And those who dance
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| The thin wall
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| And those who talk |