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I have got more speech than Romilly Weeks |
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You never know I'm hearing through walls |
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and so you change to superheroes |
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and everything becomes around |
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like a matchbox man |
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I'm sleeping left hand and |
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hooked up to my video games |
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The robots on the radio |
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will all tumble down like dominoes |
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seems the clever that you try and become |
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the less that you will understand |
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like you never know the way to my eyes |
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and everything it comes around. |
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Falling about the place like I'm on swings and roundabouts |
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Planning my great escape we will be physically fading out |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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Want to be a man of no consequence |
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throw my hands around an electric fence |
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all I learned and read has gone out of my head |
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and all the words they catch me out |
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Falling about the place like I'm on swings and roundabouts |
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Planning my great escape we will be physically fading out |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
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How to disappear |
