[Imogen Heap cover]
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Where are we?
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What the hell is going on?
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The dust has only just began to form
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crop circles in the carpet.
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Sinking feeling.
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Spin me round again
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and rub my eyes.
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This can't be happening.
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When busy streets, a mess with people
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would stop to hold their heads heavy.
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Hide and seek.
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Trains and sewing machines.
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All those years,
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They were here first.
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Oily marks appear on walls
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Where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
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The sweeping insensitivity of this still life
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Hide and seek
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Trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me round here)
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Blood and tears.
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They were here first.
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Mmmm whatcha say,
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Mmm that you only meant well? Well of course you did
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Mmmm whatcha say,
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Mmmm that it's all for the best? Of course it is
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Mmmm whatcha say?
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Mmmm that it's just what we need, you decided this.
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Mmmm whatcha say?
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Oh what did she say?
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Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth,
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Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs.
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Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you.
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You don't care a bit, you don't care a bit
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(hide and seek)
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Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth,
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Mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs.
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(Hide and seek)
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Speak no feeling, no I don't believe you
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You don't care a bit. You don't care a bit.
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(Hide and seek)
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You don't care a bit.
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You don't care a bit.
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You don't care a bit.
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(Hide and seek)
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You don't care a bit.
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You don't care a bit.
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You don't care a bit.
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Hide And Seek
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| Fightstar |
