I can think of nowhere
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I would rather be
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Reading morning papers
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Drinking morning tea.
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She clutches the tray
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And then we talk just like a kitchen sink play
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Nothing ventured nothing gained
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Living so close to danger
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Even your friends are strangers
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Don't count upon their company.
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Places for the fingers
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Places for the nails
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Hidden in the kitchen
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Right behind the scales.
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What do I care
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I'm wasting fingers like I have them to spare
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Plugging holes in the Zuider Zee
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Punishing Paul for Peter
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Don't ever trust those meters
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What you believe is what you see.
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In my town, there is a raincoat under a tree
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In the sky there is a cloud containing the sea
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In the sea there is a whale without any eyes
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In the whale there is a man without his raincoat.
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In another country
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With another name
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Maybe things are different
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Maybe they're the same.
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Back on the train
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The seven soldiers read the papers again
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But the news it doesn't change
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Swinging about through the creepers
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Parachutes caught on steeples
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Heroes are born
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But heroes die.
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Just a few days
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A little practice and some holiday pay
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We're all sure
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You'll make the grade
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Mother of God if you care
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We're on a train to nowhere
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Please put a cross upon our eyes
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Take me I'm nearly ready you can take me
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To the raincoat in the sky
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Take me my little pastry mother take me
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There's a pie shop in the sky.
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Mother Whale Eyeless
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Brian Eno |