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You're standing on the only chair |
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And you're singing to the screens and the moving stairs |
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All on your own in the arrivals |
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You heard it in the watchman's cry |
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And you saw it in the bleeding evening sky |
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You got a Swiss army in your pocket |
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'Cause here comes the blackout |
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Now the hooded snake controls your mind |
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It stole your eye on the 7th of July |
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We've got to learn to love our neighbor |
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Before our neighbor starts scaring the love out of us |
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Before they frighten the love out of us |
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In the story of the matchstick girl |
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She was freezing on the streets of Petersburg |
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She lit a match and found a warmer world |
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But here comes the blackout |
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Now the hooded snake controls your mind |
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It stole your eye on the 7th of July |
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We've got to learn to love our neighbor |
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Before our neighbor starts scaring the love out |
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The hooded snake controls your mind |
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It stole your eye |
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So now we've got to learn to love our neighbor |
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Before our neighbor starts scaring the love out of us, out of us |
