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She wears her Japanese silk slippers |
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She's standing in a blizzard of post-it notes |
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On an Afghan rug and smiles |
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I comb a hand through my hair |
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I'm fumbling for a word but it's not there |
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There's just a blind spot in my memory |
| [00:48.27] |
A friend wrote me a letter |
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From his cigarette break |
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He says he kind of found religion now |
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He says he's doing fine |
| [00:57.90] |
A motorbike is roaring by outside |
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I think it would be nice to take a ride |
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Or spend a while in someone else's head |
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On the street the psychedelic alcoholic |
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From number 14 passes me by14 |
| [01:22.98] |
He grins as if he knew something |
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Rent a flat, says a poster, |
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Rent a thought, rent a lifestyle |
| [01:31.47] |
Today I saw a shopping cart duel |
| [01:33.90] |
In the supermarket aisle |
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No sweets in the sweet shop, |
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No wind in the tree tops |
| [01:42.91] |
And there's something in the air |
| [01:46.80] |
Early snow in October, |
| [01:49.04] |
All the drunkards are sober |
| [01:52.38] |
And there's something in the air |
| [02:05.09] |
All the while I think I gotta leave, |
| [02:08.11] |
No-one's nice these days |
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And no-one pays their bills and I've been told |
| [02:12.75] |
My heart's in perfect shape |
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Salesmen mumble bible quotings |
| [02:17.71] |
On the radio like tinnitus |
| [02:20.17] |
Irony is over, take the trash out“ |
| [02:22.97] |
Who said that? |
| [02:25.01] |
No sweets in the sweet shop, |
| [02:27.64] |
No wind in the tree tops |
| [02:30.94] |
And there's something in the air |
| [02:34.58] |
Early snow in October, |
| [02:37.02] |
All the drunkards are sober |
| [02:40.31] |
And there's something in the air |
| [03:12.56] |
She wears her Japanese silk slippers |
| [03:15.75] |
She's standing in a blizzard of post-it notes |
| [03:18.72] |
On an Afghan rug and smiles |
| [03:22.47] |
The world has turned into a blur |
| [03:24.92] |
With only random scenes in focus |
| [03:28.21] |
Cut-out images I cannot possibly explain |
| [03:41.79] |
No sweets in the sweet shop, |
| [03:44.32] |
No wind in the tree tops |
| [03:47.62] |
And there's something in the air |
| [03:51.48] |
Early snow in October, |
| [03:53.78] |
All the drunkards are sober |
| [03:57.07] |
And there's something in the air |
| [04:00.92] |
No sweets in the sweet shop, |
| [04:03.44] |
No wind in the tree tops |
| [04:06.74] |
And there's something in the air |
| [04:10.34] |
Early snow in October, |
| [04:12.72] |
All the drunkards are sober |
| [04:16.17] |
And there's something in the air |
