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Lowe-Tulin |
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See them walking |
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Keys are turning 'round in a circle |
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Feet don't touch the ground |
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They are coming from tomorrow |
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Bringing sadness and some sorrow home. |
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Plastic faces cannt hide their tears |
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Though they're ageless, moments are their years |
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Walking faster to disaster |
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Children follow, beat the hollow drum; |
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We'r just the wind-up toys |
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For wind-up girls and wind-up boys |
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In a wind-up world that knows we are not real. |
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In a box now we are put away |
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We won't wind up till another day |
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Walking faster, you're the master |
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Children follow, beat the hollow drum; |
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We'r just the wind-up toys |
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For wind-up girls and wind-up boys |
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In a wind-up world that knows we are not real, we are not real. |