Out on my own,
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I¡¯m taking photographs,
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No-one will see,
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And I won¡¯t remember them
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Many years from now,
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They¡¯ll confuse historians,
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Cos they¡¯ve got no names,
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Cos they¡¯ve got no provenance
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Well you can paint out the sky
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You can turn night into day
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You can sleep as long as you like
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But you can¡¯t make the world go away
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No you can¡¯t make the world go away
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You look diseased
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And you¡¯re barely 21
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Ten years from now
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You¡¯ll be dead to everything
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I can see it all
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Like I¡¯ve seen it all before
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One day you¡¯ll wake up
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And you won¡¯t know who you are
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And everything that you do
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Every word that you say
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You try as hard as you can
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But you can¡¯t make the world go away
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No you can¡¯t make the world go away
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This won¡¯t take long
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I can tell you¡¯re getting bored
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Just a couple of ticks
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We¡¯ll be through with this chore
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Make The World Go Away
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| White Town |
