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Listen |
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if you listen |
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you will hear an endless heartbeat |
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on the inside |
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through the walls |
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the sound is crawling |
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down the corridors and halls |
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it cracks the ceiling |
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the windows and the doors |
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all the rest won't listen |
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though the walls have ears |
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but they never really look |
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they just stand and stare |
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they're all standing |
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staring at the walls |
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who put the writing on the walls? |
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will no-one ever know? |
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Oh, well I don't mind the walls |
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Tell me |
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why don't you tell me? |
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have you got nothing to say? |
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tell me where in hell this place is |
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tell me why I get no answers |
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am I talking, taking to the walls? |
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so it's running, jumping, standing still |
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well I think I've had enough of it all |
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get your hands up |
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up against the wall |
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(well, I'm never going back to the factory |
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no I'll never be a part of the machinery) |
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who put the writing on the wall? |
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who fights and runs away? |
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the minutes and the hours pass him |
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tracing out the days |
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the days and nights drag into years |
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and no-one ever knows |
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Oh, well I don't mind the walls |
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Oh, well I don't mind the walls |
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I don't mind the walls |
