Stand up, you sit down
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'Cos your ceiling's too low, there's no chairs on the ground
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See you, you see me
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And my views are obscured by your giant T.V.
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These things mean so much
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But there's something here that's not quite right
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There's something rotten in here
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And the house is weird
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And all the people that come
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Will all concede it's easy
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It's easy
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You see steps to this door
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But they lead me upstairs, though there's only one floor
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See things, they're not clear
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'Cos you're vision impaired, but the truth isn't there
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VISION IMPAIRED
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| Mansun |
