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where are we?what the hell is going on?the dust has only just begun to formcrop circles in the carpetsinking, feelingspin me 'round againand rub my eyes,this can't be happeningwhen busy streets a mess with peoplewould stop to hold their heads heavyhide and seektrains and sewing machinesall those yearsthey were here firstoily marks appear on wallswhere pleasure moments hung before the take over,the sweeping insensitivity of this still lifehide and seektrains and sewing machines (you won't catch me around here)blood and tearsthey were here firsthmmm what'dcha say,hmmm that you only meant well?well of course you didhmmm what'dcha say,hmmm that's all for the best?of course it ishmmm what'dcha say?hmmm that it's just what we needyou decided thishmmm what'dcha say?hmmm what did she say?ransom notes keep falling out your mouthmidsweet talk, newspaper word cut outsspeak no feelingno, i don't believe youyou don't care a bit, you don't care a bit(hide and seek)ransom notes keep falling out your mouthmidsweet talk, newspaper word cut outs(hide and seek)speak no feelingno, I don't believe youyou don't care a bit,you don't care a bit(hide and seek)oh no, you don't care a bitoh no, you don't care a bit(hide and seek)oh no, you don't care a bityou don't care a bityou don't care a bit


thisressonateswith everyinfinitefiberinme... makesme shiver inaway icannotcompare...tellme,its your turn,howdoesitmakeYOUfeel?