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A radio plays 'White Christmas' |
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It's been doing that for years |
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If someone leaves the station |
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Oh please don't talk to strangers |
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Can't you see they're not like us |
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The vacant flesh of U.D.'s |
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Stand leaning by the walls |
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You can feel them thinking over |
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Ways of merging with the thoughts |
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You never dare to dream |
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It must have been years |
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It must have been years |
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They want to relive all my memories |
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Give me 'the service' daily |
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Maybe it was mother |
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I can't seem to remember |
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Much at all these days |
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Picture open doorways |
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No pick-ups by the taxi boys |
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Just a bed near the window |
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And an old lamp by my pillow |
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And the things I have to do |
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It must have been years |
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It must have been years |
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The driver wants to touch me |
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He mentions all the old cop bullshit |
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I try to back away |
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But he's so strong I just can't move |
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Maybe I don't want to anyway |
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The time to leave is always 'soon' |
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I wonder if I'm lying |
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A vague feeling of panic |
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As a man leaves saying "thank you" |
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I blame it all on you |
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It must have been years |
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It must have been years |
