The odd times we slip
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and slither down the dark hall
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fingers point from old windows
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an eerie shadow falls
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I'm walking on the spot
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to show that I'm alive
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moving every bone in my body
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from side to side
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Will we be in our minds when the dawn breaks
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can we look the milkman in the eye
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the world is somehow different, you have all been changed
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before my very eyes
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Walk around your home
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pour yourself a drink
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fire one more torpedo, baby
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watch the kitchen sink
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you're lounging on the sofa, maybe
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see the living room die
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the dishes are unwashed and broken
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all you do is cry
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See the living room die
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the dishes are unwashed and broken
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all you do is cry
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Walking On The Spot
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| Crowded House |
