Rows of houses all bearing down on me
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I can feel their blue hands touching me
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All these things in all positions
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All these things will one day take control
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And fade out again and fade out
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This machine will not communicate
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These thoughts and the strain I am under
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Be a world child, form a circle
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Before we all go under
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And fade out again and fade out again
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Cracked eggs, dead birds
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Scream as they fight for life
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I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
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All these things into fruition
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All these things we'll one day swallow whole
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And fade out again and fade out again
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Street Spirit
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| Darkness |
