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Silence |
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Is deafening |
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And I feel |
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The wheel needs |
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To turn again |
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Sense |
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Makes no sense at all |
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And I see |
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My world's |
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Up side down |
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And nothing |
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Seems to chime |
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Then the clock strikes nine |
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But it's not on time |
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The sun is shining |
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But my weather's not fine |
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Cars are moving |
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But their wheels |
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Are not turning |
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Everything's |
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At odds |
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I need |
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Revolution |
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My shadow's |
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Moving ahead of me |
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Faster than I can go |
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Down Eschers stairs |
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...I'm on the run |
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I can hardly breathe |
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Then the clock strikes nine |
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But it's not on time |
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The sun is shining |
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But my weather's not fine |
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Cars are moving |
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But their wheels are not turning |
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Everything's |
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At odds |
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I need |
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A revolution |
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Then the clock strikes nine |
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But it's not on time |
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The sun is shining |
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But my weather's not fine |
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Cars are moving |
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But their wheels are not turning |
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Everything's |
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At odds |
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I need |
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A revolution |