| Painted statues in underground streams
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| With invitations to the Pharoah’s dream
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| They stare at themselves, there’s a need to be seen
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| Walking mirrors in the Pharoah’s harem
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| And here they come
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| The queen of Ur
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| And the king of Um
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| Tainted Matthews in car-key relations
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| Gilt invitations to the blue queen’s ball
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| They stare at themselves, there’s a need to be seen
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| Talking pillars in the blue queen’s hall
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| Fading tatoos of empty stations
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| Great expectations at Vince’s loyal mince
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| They stare at each other, there’s a need to be seen
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| Crack-head mirrors, licking the soiled mint
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| Olympic statues from terminal stations
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| Sifting invitations to the market floor
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| Steering into the future, it pays to be seen
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| Polishing mirrors, keeping the score
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| A babbling gaggle, a scrabbling rabble
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| Fighting invitations to the emporor’s shilling
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| They stare through themselves, there’s nothing to see
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| Hand-picked recruits for ghostly pursuit |