In Remote Part)
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In the beginning, there were answers
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Then they came along and changed
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All these questions and their answers seem to change
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So I'll wait 'til I find the remote part of your heart
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When nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start
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We stop in every passing place
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To watch the world move faster than we do
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Watch it pass with our eyes closed
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The way we usually choose to
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So I'll wait 'till I find the remote part of your heart
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When nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start
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And even if the breath between us smells of alcohol
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We call it confusion in the best way possible
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Scottish Fiction)
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It isn't in the mirror, it isn't on the page
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It's a red hearted vibration
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Pushing through the walls of dark imagination
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Finding no equation
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There's a red road rage,
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But it's not road rage
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It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge
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Scottish friction, Scottish fiction
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It isn't in the castle, it isn't in the mist
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It's a calling of the waters as they break to show
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The new black death with reactors aglow
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Do you think your security can keep you in purity?
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You will not shake us off
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Above or below
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Scottish friction, Scottish fiction
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In Remote Part/Scottish Fiction
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| Idlewild |
