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You can't trust that sign
You're sleepin' in all the time
You'll see me on the screen
Through all the other soul's dark walls
With a sword
The mad circus says goodnight
The tape machine exposed
From all its spinnin' round and round
I've scratched all my reels
I've bitten all my nails to the bone
Like a stone
You come back and thrown up
Away from the top
And away from the drills
But kid I'm a pilot
It's all I believe in
It's all I believe in
You can ride on my back
And time on your hands
You spend your mornings down by the tracks
You had the drivers sign your arms
My hospitals will welcome you home
Like a tomb
With gun marks achin'
To look on your grace
And believe what you say
But kid I'm a pilot
It's all I believe in
It's all I believe in
You can ride on my back
If I stay in this room
They'll remember me for my youth
If I stay in this room
They'll remember me for my youth
If I give it all up
If I give it all up
If I give it all up
But kid I'm a pilot
It's all I believe in
It's all I believe in
It's all I believe in
You can ride on my back
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They stayed put in their houses
Or moved to higher grounds
There are ghosts by the reservoir
No one wants them round any more
They've put a spell
For the dam to break
They'll tell you all about the day when it came
What it took away
In 1922
It caused a drought
It caused a flood
It came to change us all for good
Do I look like someone?
I've heard the voices through the floor
In a strange cold language
They're planning out a war
So tap into the mainline
And tell me all the secrets
Of a world you once lived in
That your heart could not swallow
The sky is so shallow
It's late, you've been working hard
Drive down to the reservoir
It caused a drought
It caused a flood
It came to change us all for good
Despite the years they're still around
Have we fallen out for good?
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Oh they hide it in their beds, they grow it in their sheds
They serve it up in cups from overseas
In the gardens in the trees
And if we're kicking up a fuss, it's only cause we must
Let the world begin to understand
Begin to understand
And so we're running down our street, arms stretched out to the sky
Antennas for the poison and the lies
The delinquency of time
Separated by a wall they had us build and raise
I'm waiting for the call... I can't wait
Luna, they're coming down now
And it was always on the cards
Luna, the doors are open
And you will have to start taking sides
Luna, the doors are open
You could not burn faster if you tried
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Look up, open the clouds
Here comes the bombshell
On the way home?
And now we want the coal?
Confusing times
Cry murder, cry what you like
Just let the comets lead the way
We'll tear it down
We'll hold the truth by the neck
Kick in the doors and burn the books
Try to forget
And wear it like flag
Try to be patient
On the way home
Cause inside, behind every curtain
They count the minutes, they count the days
We'll tear it down
We'll hold the truth by the neck
Kick in the doors and burn the books
Try to forget
If you look at the horizon there is always something ducking out of sight
When you're looking at the treetops and they're scratching out their patterns in the sky
Look up, open the clouds
Here comes the bombshell
On the way home?
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On the fire escape
We stopped and we looked down
Through the broken glass, on the sirens on the spies
When you're still midway
It's not too late to just turn back
The winter is cruel round here
The future is not down there
'Why can't they just think like us?'
If you've got flags to wear
You should be careful what you sell
On the fire escape
I think I slipped, I think I fell
But you're still midway
It's not too late to just turn back
We were raised by strangers
The life that you had in mind
Was just a moth and a light
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They swallowed it whole, they went for the gold, for the gold
We fall for the same lies we all have the same shoes to fit
The preachers and books of your empire will fight here alone
Some day the will be forgotten and die one by one
The walls the walls are coming down
The here and now is coming round
It will some day let you down
The ships the ships are coming in
The great ideas are wearing thin
There is nothing left to do
For atoms have gone as far as atoms will go
Your books write themselves
They line up in row after row
The walls the walls are coming down
The here and now is coming round
It will some day let you down
The ships the ships are coming in
The great ideas are wearing thin
There is nothing left to do
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Even though the lights have changed, I'm caught in an endless loop;
Driving for ten hours now, and ending up in the same place.
Can you hear the rumble underground? Can you hear the beat?
Someone pacing round and round, in circles on the 4-0 bus.
But we can still afford to not make sense at all.
But we can still afford to not make sense at all.
See you at the Surrey Roundabout, standing in the street,
Early in the morning; still awake, but barely on your feet.
But we can still afford to not make sense at all.
But we can still afford to not make sense at all.
We've spent our time trying to mend
We're going to let ourselves get drug down.
I know we're waiting
I know we're striving
I know we're aching
I know, ooh.
I know we're waiting.
I know we're striving.
I know we're trapped here,
And we're, ooh...
I know we're waiting
I know we're striving
I know we're aching
I know, ooh.
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If it is growing
If it is clawing
And wants to get out
Then let it come out
Your memory's failing
Your eyes are like rocks
And I can see you on the floor of your box
You've got answers
In everyone is electric circuits
And that's all there is
So now you're leaving?
I'm not that impressed
Oh they will comment on the way that I dress
If I could be so cruel to confess:
That if you built this to look just like you
Then here's the irony
No one will know
If it's tomorrow or today that you go
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You've been packing your bags for the tenth time
You've been up on the roof again
And you're biding your time but it's all right they're coming any week now
Left behind by the mothership, they're our only real friends
And inside, you'll always feel the same, even when you wake up
Even if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realise you were never on the team
There was always a question hanging over you
In a hot air balloon with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder and setting sail
Your dreams will become part of the future and coincide with the past
You spend all your time by the radio waiting for the signal
But inside, you'll always feel the same, even when you wake up
Even if you wake up
In a town where everyone will kick and scream
And come to the same conclusion every time
Time to realise you were never on the team
There was always a question hanging over you
In a hot air balloon with a rusty nail
Looking over your shoulder and setting sail
They drive the same road drifting over to your side
They drive the same road turn the lights on again
They sail the same strait turn the lights on again
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Wait here for the flag to fall
And follow me to the edge of town
Your family's seen you on your bike
All they say is it's such a waste of time
Stay clear of the runner up
He's got some tricks he's not afraid to try
I stopped racing years ago
I stopped listening ... I stopped speaking
The world has kept you on your toes
Speak to me with your hands
I've got my friends safe in a cocoon
But I've read enough to know it will end
Kerosene is my last line of defense
Against all the rules I've bent
I'm in the dark there, I'm in the basement
That's where I keep them, that's where they're buzzing
Last year was a good year, I beat myself to a bloody mess
But blue is the colour of the days I'm hoping for
What have you done to the mind you had
Out there somewhere is the finish line
I came to on a bed
I must have been taken by surprise
I must have lost my head!
Speak to me, if you can
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What's the point in building a house here
The nearest light is five miles away
The woods are still in control
What's the point in sending your thoughts here
To work by night and just die here
Failing to reach a result
What's your chance of storming a fortress
When all you do is distorted
You're running out of time
I'm so sorry
For all the strain the worry
Don't be cross about it
Please don't ask me to stand still
I can't hate you for being just what
Everybody thinks you are
I'm no worse than the rest
But I'm easily impressed
You've seen my file
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