It all began with the bright light
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The bright light and the noise
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The chaos of the senses and the scream of desire
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Touching and being touched
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A million loose ends to tie up
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Ticking of the clock and the cradle rock
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The colours stand still
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And then they move around
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Comin' in and out of focus upside down
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Empty winter trees
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How space feels Love of the soft … flowers and the sky
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One fine day
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The chaos subsides
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Bleeds into awareness
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And a lifetime of surprise
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The beauty of your mother’s eyes
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The pain when you fall
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You drink it in and marvel at it all
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But you never really figure it out
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You get used to it
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The babble of the family
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And the dumb TV
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Roar of the traffic and the thunder of jets
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Chemicals in the water
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Drugs in the food
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The heat of the kitchen and the beat of the system
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The attitude of authority
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The laws and the rules
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Hit me square in the face, first morning at school
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The heroes and the zeroes
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The first love of my life
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When to kiss and to kick and to keep your head down when they’re choosing the
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sides
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I was never any good at it
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I was terrified most of the time
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I never got over it
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I got used to it
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Alone in the city at seventeen
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With the hollow, the lonely
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The drowning and the drowned
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I was made to feel worthless
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The wretched and the mean
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Beat me up like a weapon
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I can’t run away from or find a way round
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Holdin' on, holdin' on
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The greed and the missiles
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Exploding somewhere every day
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Hideous dark secrets under the sea and in holes in the ground
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The cold war’s gone
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Those bastards’ll find us another one
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They’re here to protect you, don’t you know?
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So get used to it Get used to it!
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The clash of religions
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The loaded prayers
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Information
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The face of starvation and the state of the nation
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The sense that it’s useless
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And the fear to try
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Not believing the leaders, the media that feeds us
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Living with the big lie
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You get used to it |