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[ti:October] |
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[ar:Naomi] |
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[al:Pappelallee (Remastered) (10th Anniversa] |
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[offset:0] |
[00:19.42] |
She wears her Japanese silk slippers |
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She's standing in a blizzard of post-it notes |
[00:26.37] |
On an Afghan rug and smiles |
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I comb a hand through my hair |
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I'm fumbling for a word but it's not there |
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There's just a blind spot in my memory |
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[00:48.50] |
A friend wrote me a letter |
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From his cigarette break |
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He says he kind of found religion now |
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He says he's doing fine |
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A motorbike is roaring by outside |
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I think it would be nice to take a ride |
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Or spend a while in someone else's head |
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On the street the psychedelic alcoholic |
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From number 14 passes me by |
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He grins as if he knew something |
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Rent a flat, says a poster, |
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Rent a thought, rent a lifestyle |
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Today I saw a shopping cart duel |
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In the supermarket aisle |
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No sweets in the sweet shop, |
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No wind in the tree tops |
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And there's something in the air |
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Early snow in October, |
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All the drunkards are sober |
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And there's something in the air |
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All the while I think I gotta leave, |
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No-one's nice these days |
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And no-one pays their bills and I've been told |
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My heart's in perfect shape |
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Salesmen mumble bible quotings |
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On the radio like tinnitus |
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Irony is over, take the trash out |
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Who said that? |
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No sweets in the sweet shop, |
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No wind in the tree tops |
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And there's something in the air |
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Early snow in October, |
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All the drunkards are sober |
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And there's something in the air |
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She wears her Japanese silk slippers |
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She's standing in a blizzard of post-it notes |
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On an Afghan rug and smiles |
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The world has turned into a blur |
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With only random scenes in focus |
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Cut-out images I cannot possibly explain |
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[03:41.46] |
No sweets in the sweet shop, |
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No wind in the tree tops |
[03:46.88] |
And there's something in the air |
[03:51.27] |
Early snow in October, |
[03:53.55] |
All the drunkards are sober |
[03:56.96] |
And there's something in the air |
[04:00.82] |
No sweets in the sweet shop, |
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No wind in the tree tops |
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And there's something in the air |
[04:10.64] |
Early snow in October, |
[04:12.77] |
All the drunkards are sober |
[04:16.07] |
And there's something in the air |
[04:19.78] |
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