If you meet a long forgotten friend
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and he takes you in his arms and smiles
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and he tells you long forgotten tales
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and he takes you home for a nightride
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and he begs you, please, stay here with me
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in the end you agree
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remember: you're just being recycled
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so everything you say
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somebody else said it before you
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and everything you do
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somebody else just did it like you
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and the man in the lab just grins and says
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holding up a tiny can with a sperm
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remember: you're just being recycled
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montego bay
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the air is oh so thick
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there's not a single breeze
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the day lies dazed upon the shelf
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beyond a painted window out on a far horizon
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there stands a steamboat in the sun
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i rised my eyes and stared into that paralyzing light
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but god had left the iron skies
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this day will last forever, we pushed the final buttons
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and someone disconnected time
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we are here in montego bay..
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Recycling (H-Babe Tape)
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Alphaville |