| Quick fire, I’m on time, you’re ahead of schedule
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| Blue walls, propaganda mixed with scare stories
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| Straight lines, colour coded, lead the way to a dead end waiting room
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| Machines throb, we’re fluorescent in buzzing lights
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| These corridors smell so strange in this alphabet block I’m in
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| Fear and loathing and wondering
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| Alphabet block
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| Holding on, holding on
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| Everybody’s the same when it matters
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| Holding on, we’re holding on
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| Hold my hand, don’t let me go
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| Run, run, we won’t waste a second
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| A second, you’re out of time
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| You might find, when you’re on alphabet block
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| Run, run, we won’t waste a second
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| A second, you’re out of time
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| You might find, when you’re on alphabet block
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| Cigarettes, littered ground, medieval houses
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| All the cars bumper to bumper, not enough space
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| Break it down and resign to the fact that there are no promises here
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| Drink this down, swallow hard, don’t ask questions, right?
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| Just turn around, wait a week, till the alphabet block is done
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| Fear and loathing, still wondering
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| Alphabet block
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| Holding on, holding on
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| Everybody’s the same when it matters
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| Holding on, we’re holding on
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| Hold my hand, don’t let me go
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| Run, run, we won’t waste a second
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| A second, you’re out of time
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| You might find, when you’re on alphabet block
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| Run, run, we won’t waste a second
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| A second, you’re out of time
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| You might find, when you’re on alphabet block
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| A softly spoken voice gives a choice
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| But I’m not ready to make a decision
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| Solitary soul, solitary soul
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| 'Cause I need you with your warm advice
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| Won’t hesitate, won’t pay the price
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| All I ask of you: can we just…
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| Run, run, we won’t waste a second
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| A second, you’re out of time
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| You might find, when you’re on alphabet block
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| Run, run, we won’t waste a second
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| A second, you’re out of time
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| You might find, when you’re on alphabet block |