stroll to the cafe
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my god how time flies
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i close up my brain
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and another friend dies
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i feel like a mirror
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feel like nothing is mine
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i could go back to crying
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but now dying seems fine
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so i hang from the ceiling
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or i sit on the air
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or rot in a corner
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until somebody cares
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faces at random
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i quote people i knew
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i'd love to be like me
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if i could feel like you
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here am i more roche five than pain
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here am i just me and my walls to blame
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here am i i really don't feel quite sane
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here am i still searching for my shadow in vain
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lock my door i only think in black and white
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i'll even try to look ashamed
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moving out of central
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somebody knows me well
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says he'll spill the whole story
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he may be lying i can't tell
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meet me inside
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i'll keep my head to the floor
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and one hand on the handle
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of the mad/sane door
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here am i more roche five than pain
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here am i just me and my walls to blame
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here am i i really don't feel quite sane
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here am i still searching for my shadow in vain
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lock my door i only think in black and white
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i'll even try to look ashamed
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my shadow in vain my shadow in vain
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my shadow in vain my shadow in vain
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my shadow in vain...
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My Shadow In Vain
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| Tubeway Army |
