Words and music by Roddy Frame
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From the mountain tops down to the sunny street,
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A different drum is playing a different kind of beat.
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It's like a mystery that never ends.
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I see you crying and I want to kill your friends.
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Chorus:
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I hear your footsteps in the street,
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It won't be long before we meet,
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It's obvious.
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Just count me in and count me out and
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I'll be waiting for the shout,
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Oblivious...
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Met Mo and she's okay, said no-one really changed,
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Got different badges but they wear them just the same.
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But down by the ballroom I recognized that flaming fountain
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in those kindered caring eyes.
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Chorus
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I hope it haunts me 'til I'm hopeless,
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I hope it hits you when you go,
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And sometimes on the edge of sleeping
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It rises up to let me know it's not so deep,
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I'm not so slow.
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They're calling all the shots, they'll call and say they phoned,
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They'll call us lonely when we're really just alone.
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And like a funny film, it's kinda cute
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They've bought the bullets and there's no-one left to shoot.
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Chorus
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Oblivious
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Aztec Camera |