| Rows of houses all bearing down on me
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| I can feel their blue hands touching me All these things in all positions
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| All these things will one day take control
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| And fade out again and fade out
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| This machine will will not communicate these thoughts
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| And the strain I am under
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| Be a world child form a circle before we all go under
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| And fade out again and fade out again
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| Cracked eggs dead birds
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| Scream as they fight for life
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| I can feel death can see it’s beady eyes
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| All these things into frution
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| All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
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| And fade out again and fade out again. |