Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
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Your beautiful triangle of distortion
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Now you seem to forget it so much
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Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
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Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow
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Say where you are coming from
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Say what you have left us
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Are we too tired to try and understand
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That nothing is nothing on that we depend
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Take my hand together and we will cry
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It really makes no difference
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To what you see inside to what you see inside
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Who sees the interiors like young Willem once did
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A beautiful landscape of your nation
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Another era is not forthcoming
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Who sees the interiors
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Like young Willem once did
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Say you can remember say where is the tomorrow
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Say where you are coming from say what you have
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Are we too tired to try and understand
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That nothing is nothing on that we depend
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Take my hand together and we will cry
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It really makes no difference to what you see inside
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To what you see inside
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Interiors
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Manic Street Preachers |