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here comes another one |
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faster than the one before |
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here comes another one |
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faster than the one we saw before |
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another bus another plane |
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we've done this all a hundred times before |
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lets stitch another one |
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first one to the ceiling gets the floor |
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bright lights block out the sun |
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no time to sleep all time to turn |
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because there goes another one |
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stand on the edge and watch it turn |
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and if you find you feel you're falling |
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through the floor just put your hand out |
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in the dark and feel the bones inside |
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you singing out again |
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a pint of this will take your legs off at the knees |
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and pull your spine out to a cord |
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and leave it glowing on the floor inside the rain |
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all decisions pleasure made |
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lift up our bodies in the air |
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just to feel another one |
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fall out of the tube and hit the air |
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let's all march into the sun |
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friends we remain for friends we are |
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walk towards the sleeping sand |
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bolted together like we are |
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and in the morning we'll turn on t.v. |
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and watch the news and eat cornflakes |
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as continents divide |
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it's fine if we are by our side |
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and in the evening we'll turn off t.v. |
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and watch the stars |
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and crack open a can or two |
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and it's all fine if we are by our side |
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here comes another one |
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faster than the one before |
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faster than the one we saw before |
