Listen
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if you listen
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you will hear an endless heartbeat
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on the inside
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through the walls
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the sound is crawling
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down the corridors and halls
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it cracks the ceiling
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the windows and the doors
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all the rest won't listen
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though the walls have ears
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but they never really look
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they just stand and stare
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they're all standing
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staring at the walls
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who put the writing on the walls?
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will no-one ever know?
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Oh, well I don't mind the walls
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Tell me
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why don't you tell me?
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have you got nothing to say?
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tell me where in hell this place is
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tell me why I get no answers
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am I talking, taking to the walls?
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so it's running, jumping, standing still
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well I think I've had enough of it all
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get your hands up
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up against the wall
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(well, I'm never going back to the factory
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no I'll never be a part of the machinery)
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who put the writing on the wall?
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who fights and runs away?
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the minutes and the hours pass him
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tracing out the days
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the days and nights drag into years
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and no-one ever knows
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Oh, well I don't mind the walls
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Oh, well I don't mind the walls
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I don't mind the walls
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Walls
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| Icehouse |
