Shut down
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Tangled up in your machinery
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No sound
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Just the faceless press of words and wheels
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Surrounds me
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Like molasses on my soles and eaves
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Come out
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Can anyone come out and play
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All I want is an aeroplane
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Rubber-banded with paper wings
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All I want is to steal again
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All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream
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All I want is vanishing
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All I want is God
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Spit out
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By an undeserving dumb and mad
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Shipped down
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With a pride of fagging earls and boys
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Moved round
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To a council flat in St. John's Wood
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Come out
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Can anyone come out and play
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All I want is an aeroplane
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Rubber-banded with paper wings
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All I want is to steal again
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All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream
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All I want is vanishing
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All I want is God
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All I want is an aeroplane
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Rubber-banded with paper wings
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All I want is to steal again
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All I want is a wet dream, ice-cream
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All I want is vanishing
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All I want is an afterglow
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A forty-five on a gramophone
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All I want is a thick skin, to grow into
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Everything is vanishing
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All I want is God
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Aeroplane
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Curt Smith |