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Take a walk to the new town, take a look around |
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Pretty road names pass us by, a foundation sound |
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They paint their walls and ceilings white to feel clean inside |
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Ten square miles so synchronized I could have cried |
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And the bodies go by barely half awake |
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Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come |
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It's such a nice environment I'm in |
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I wonder why I'm here and the bodies go by barely half awake. |
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All but the few ever notice anything at all, Oh dear |
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All but the few ever notice anything at all. |
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I've got a nice new wristwatch with a bright red strap |
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The second hand really moves quite fast - I'd never thought of that |
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And then I pick my picture book to compensate outside |
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It's back to fiction once again, I could have cried. |
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And the bodies go by barely half awake |
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Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come |
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It's such a nice environment I'm in |
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I wonder why I'm here and the bodies go by barely half awake. |
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All but the few ever notice anything at all, Oh dear |
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All but the few ever notice anything at all |
