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A white house, a white room |
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The program of today |
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Lights on, switch on |
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Your eyes are far away |
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The map represents you |
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And the tape is your voice |
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Follow all along you |
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Till you recognize the choice |
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I take pictures, photographic pictures |
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Bright light, dark room |
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Bright light, dark room |
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I said I'd write a letter |
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But I never got the time |
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And I'm looking to the day |
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I mesmerize at night |
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The years I spent just thinking |
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Of a moment we both knew |
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A second past like in empty room |
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It seems it can't be true |
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I take pictures, photographic pictures |
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Bright light, dark room |
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Bright light, dark room |
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I take pictures, photographic pictures |
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Bright light, dark room |
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Bright light, dark room |