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Don't need no calculator to see she's just in time |
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To be just another number on a lost production line |
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Don't need no calculator tell me where did we go wrong |
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It's too late for her to turn back and she just can't carry on |
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Don't need no calculator to see that time is slipping by |
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Time and fever burns away and leaves you high and dry |
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The wishing well is empty now and she dreams of other things |
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Like emptiness and nothingness and loneliness and the comfort that it brings |
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She's been caught out in the spotlight in some wordless tragedy |
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She stares out to see who's looking but there's no-one there to see |
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So she sits there by the mirror and she contemplates the shame |
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As she pops another seconol to let it slide away again - slide away |
