Running through my backbrain in the morning
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I think that what I'm getting is a warning
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Messages are scrambled but they're urgent
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Something in the cortex 'bout detergent
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I think it's coming clearer
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I can see it in the mirror
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Heading for a relapse
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Clogging up the synapse
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Or is it just Cassandra yawning?
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Killers in the streets are wearing striped pants
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They are interfering with my larynx
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My brother and my sister joined the army
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They promise that they do not mean to harm me
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Messages messages Persecution Persecution messages messages.....
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Now it's growing dimmer
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I can see the mirror shimmer
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Sounds are getting stranger
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warning me of danger
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Or can it be that I am merely tired?
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There's a roaring in my ears that will not die
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And signals in the sky I can't identify
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My eyes are melting and my lips are moving
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And the words that I am hearing are not soothing
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Breathing's getting harder
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There's nothing in the larder
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The building's falling over
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Or the Sun is going nova
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Or is it my old-fashioned paranioa?
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I think that it's important information
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giving me my future destination
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Fragments of mysterious conversation
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Lend the game a frightening complication
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I know they're trying to tell me
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What can they want to sell me?
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The floor is undulating
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My bones are soft and aching
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Or have I temporarily lost my bearing?
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Every little sound is charged with meaning
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Percentage bandits riding out of ealing
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Stuttering, shouting, crying, and declaiming
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Sentences are waxing, now they're waning
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I'm nearly out of letters
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From my elders and my betters
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The Killer's moving faster
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He tells me that he's my master
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Or was he just asking me "the time please?"
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Running Through The Back Brain
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| Hawkwind |
