So you hugged the globe
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Now it's whirling too fast
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I really got no hope to hang on to the past
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The train has departed, the toxins have started
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To accounce that none will last
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I cower in the gutter of a world that's not so near
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And I listen to their mutters that are spinning through the air
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The words unspoken, the promises broken
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And the ones who really care
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I'm the watcher of the scene
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I see our shadows on the screen
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And when the subway brakes to preserve some suicidal bee
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I stop to breathe for a while
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Maybe it was me
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This is the world gliding by
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Like the driftwood beams
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On a lifetime's stream
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The instant fundamental sky for Pandora's Lullaby
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I see distored faces coined like gold
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And in their wrinkles programs that commercial gurus told
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A watermark against a spark
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Umbrellas that they hold
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I'm gliding in the distance and watch the world go by
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An orbit full of questions, a perforated sky
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Buy I just sit and wonder a bit that tehy never wonder why
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Pandora's Lullaby (Opera Version)
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| Alphaville |
