Tunnel The tenth of July, 1985
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Don't ask stupid questions
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I got bored
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I had nothing to do I was bored
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I had, I had not
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?
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Fifteen weeks since the light has gone
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Fifteen weeks with the same shirt on
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A thousand bodies stink and sweat and somebody's trying to roll a cigarette
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Clean mister
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Clean mister
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Clean missed her
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Clean missed her
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?
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Relax
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Clean mister
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Fifteen weeks with the same shirt on
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Clean mister
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Clean mister
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Clean missed her
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Clean missed her
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Just relax and enjoy it
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it's nothing really
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Let's get you out of those wet clothes
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C'mon, just lift yourself up, get these awful trousers off
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You'll feel so much better afterwards
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Just close your eyes and let it ooze all over you
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Trickling down your back, warm and sticky
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Isn't that nice?
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No, don't speak just let yourself go and you'll sink
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Let yourself go sinking down, deeper and deeper and deeper
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At three o'clock that morning I awoke in an unfamiliar room in my hands like sodden paper
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It was a thick, glutinous, pale green liquid
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The sunlight through net curtains
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Going six hundred miles an hour into brilliant white light
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There's a brass band playing somewhere
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?
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Roll over on to your back and wait for the talculm
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But what's that smell?
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Pull back the light, crisp,
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linen sheets and find that sweat they were only two hours before
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The bedroom tips sideways
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NoNoNoNoNoNoNO!
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Let me out!
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Let me out!...
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I've got to get out of that stinking shit-hole
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?
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I would lie there and see green fields and see the sky blue,
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the sky blue above me
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And be clean again
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I know I'll never, ever be clean again
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Never be clean again.
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Tunnel
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