In the tree-lined cities and forgotten fields
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Some are born too pretty, some are born too real
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Some to death-wish pity, while the selfish steal some ground
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It's all just hunchbacked plans to stumped to feel
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As the rise of man names his price to deal
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It's "look ma, no hands" on the steering wheel, going round
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Goes round, goes round, goes round, slows down
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Some are early bloom, some are made to wait
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Some arrive too soon, some leave too late
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Some think the moon can navigate their life round
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Life round, life round, life round, lives round
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Hey... can't you see?
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What will be...
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Can't you see?
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Hey... can't you see?
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What will be...
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Can't you see?
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It's behind you
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It's behind you
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It's behind you
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It's behind you
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Look behind you
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Look behind you
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Look behind you
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Look behind you
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Hey... can't you see?
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What will be...
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Can't you see?
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Hey... can't you see?
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What will be...
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Can't you see?
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Hey... can't you see?
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What will be...
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Can't you see?
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Forgotten Fields
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Echo & The Bunnymen |