| Aaah, aaah, aaah
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| Aaah, aaah
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| Aaah, aaah
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| Dune, eyes in the mirror
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| Dune, through dirty windows
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| Dune, have we been here before?
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| The
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| Dune, everybody’s, breaking rules
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| I don’t mean to be the thing you don’t want me to be
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| In the car, in the morning
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| It’s the only time
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| Dune, just a face, a reflection, in a pocket mirror
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| Dune, can you feel it?
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| What you watching? |
| Sunlight on the street, makes everybody smile,
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| to the dirty dishes
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| Your favourite songs comes on the radio in the shower
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| You dance, where no-one can see you
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| And you wish they could
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| See you happy
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| Dune, hold it together
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| Dune, feed the
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| Let some air in, up to the knee, where the traffic isn’t so bad this morning
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| They’re digging up the road, building houses
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| Not roads to join them together
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| Dune, where you going?
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| Eyes in the mirror
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| A man puts his hand behind his head, leans back, brooding
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| A woman remembers the name, face, taste and all the details
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| It’s been a long time
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| The last of the old crowd
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| Oh yeah thanks just a dash, three wheels and a star
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| Plenty of time to dance,
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| It’s so cold it’s fabulous, see you later, have a nice day
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| What would you like, to do?
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| Where are you going, for now?
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| How long are you down for?
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| Will you come back?
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| Big man, so much has changed, you’ll be alright
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| On the other side
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| National treasure, keep it polished, skinny face, cross-legged
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| What’s the news?
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| Switch off the head, big
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| There’s a dirty place outside to smoke and freeze
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| The girls stay inside and drink
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| Nodding their heads in time with the music
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| I’ve seen how tough he really is
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| The kid on the guitar turns off the fuzz and fakes a rosy radiant glow
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| What a man
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| Sense the power, crackling noise, electricity, a big lamp sat outside humming,
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| descriptions, watches, reflections, taps with fingers, rhythms,
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| sending messages
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| I’m okay
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| [Voice-over} «You have no messages.»
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| Staring at the stars like the boy, moaning like a, dartboard
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| Walls of silver tassels
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| Whistle mouthed women
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| Leaning back into imaginary wings
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| Curved with unloved
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| I’m leaning on a sticker, full of orange fizz
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| One, two, one two three four
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| Haircut, like a fish
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| Smelling sweet
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| I want it, as realistic or fantastic as you like
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| She’s a goddess, in a short stay carpark, at the supermarket
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| Sending messages
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| Okay |