| Daylight gains
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| Mangled wonder
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| New mis-shapes
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| Grimaced splendour
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| Over us, the hours are hanging like fate itself
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| Like throbbing bells
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| Memories are flashing like a stroboscopic light
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| It seems a dream, in punctuated streams
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| Hopped on a merry-go-round
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| Cause those don’t go nowhere
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| Skin glisten
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| Limbs tremble
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| No eye lid blinking
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| Reflections disassemble
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| The earth is a better place when it’s artificially lit
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| As luck would have it, curtains can be drawn
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| How’s that for a kick?
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| Outstanding
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| Splendid crash landing
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| And it all comes racing through my flesh tonight
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| Sex is running through the streets
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| Like the sewer, just like the sewer
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| And I’ve been up for days
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| Been up for days, been up for days
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| I can’t hardly see what’s in front of me
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| What’s right in front of me
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| And I’ve been up for days
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| Been up for days, been up for days
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| What is it you think I feel?
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| Cause I don’t feel
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| And I don’t think
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| I’ve placed a lug-nut in the wheel of my mind
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| To blockade, blockade the system
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| Rotation is out of order, but don’t call no engineer
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| It’s OK
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| It’s really so OK now
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| I’ll scourge my way to the end, if that’s the only way
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| Sex is running through the streets
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| Like the sewer, just like the sewer
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| And I’ve been up for days
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| Been up for days, been up for days
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| By the time you left, I came in hard
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| I came so hard
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| And I’ve been up for days
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| Been up for days, been up for days |