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Cut the ropes, cut the ropes, cut this empty road, |
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Unplug this factory town, |
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I'll take my compass down. |
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Departure boards, double doors, humming exit signs, |
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The tracks and railway lines, god, I miss your style. |
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Get up, get out |
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It's no good now. |
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Light that lighthouse light, |
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Through telescopic sight, I'm sailing home tonight. |
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Are we going to make this last? |
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I think I spoiled it all last night, and for what?! |
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We float like spectres on the corner of the street, |
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'Til we find our way back home. |
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Emergency! Emergency! Emergency! |
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Cut the ropes, cut the ropes, cut this empty pulse, |
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Replace its hollow sound, |
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I'll take my compass down. |
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Get up, get out |
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It's no good now. |
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You are out of sight, I want you here tonight. |
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Are we going to make this last? |
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I think I blew it, there's a surprise! |
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We float like spectres on the corner of the street, |
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'Til we find our way back home. |
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Do you remember the lives we stole from songs? |
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We float like spectres on the corner of the street, |
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We lost our way back home. |
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Emergency! Emergency! Emergency! |