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We starve - look
At one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearig smells from laboratories
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy
Listening for the new told lies
With supreme visions of lonely tunes
| Manchester England England Manchester England England |
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| Eyes look your last | ||
| Across the Atlantic Sea | ||
| Arms take your last embrace |
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| And I'm a genius genius | ||
| And lips oh you the doors of breath |
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| I believe in God | ||
| Seal with a righteous kiss | ||
| And I believe that God believes in Claude | ||
| Seal with a righteous kiss | ||
| That's me, that's me, that's me | ||
| The rest is silence The rest is silence The rest is silence |
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