i must be dreaming, live in a small world with dust over it.

i've got no feelings, wear thin shoes with glass under them

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they made him lie down, keeping the ground warmwhile life drips on it

they turned him right down, collected a life and said goodbye to it

click off gone



don't make it anything specil, tucked in with words over it

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Luca Brasi's got nothing on you

there's something wrong 'cos i can leave if i want to

you don't stay long but i imagine your real

invited you for a meal



i must be dreaming, the pictures are gone nowi'mnot sure of it

i've got no feelings. i turned down the sound now there's no more of it

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