Where are we? What the hell is going on?
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The dust has only just begun to form,
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Crop circles in the carpet, sinking, feeling.
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Spin me round again and rub my eyes.
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This can´t be happening.
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When busy streets a mess with people
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would stop to hold their heads heavy.
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Hide and seek.
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Trains and sewing machines.
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All those years they were here first.
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Oily marks appear on walls
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Where pleasure moments hung before.
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The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity of this
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still life.
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Hide and seek.
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Trains and sewing machines. (Oh, you won´t catch me around here)
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Blood and tears,
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They were here first.
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Mmm, what you say?
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Mm, that you only meant well? Well, of course you did.
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Mmm, what you say?
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Mm, that it´s all for the best? Ah of course it is.
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Mmm, what you say?
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Mm, that it´s just what we need? And you decided this.
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Mmm what you say?
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What did she say?
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Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
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Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
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Speak no feeling, no I dont believe you.
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You don´t care a bit. You don´t care a bit.
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Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth.
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Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs.
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Speak no feeling, no I don´t believe you.
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You don´t care a bit. You don´t care a bit.
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You don´t care a bit.
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You don´t care a bit.
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You don´t care a bit.
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You don´t care a bit.
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You don´t care a bit.
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Hide and Seek
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Imogen Heap |