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All the lies that you make up
What's at the back of your mind? Oh,
Your face I can see, and it's desperatly kind
but what's at the back of your mind?

Two icy cold hands conducting the way
It's the escimo blood in my veins
But through concrete and clay and general decay
Nature must still find a way...

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(senare i sången)

Will the world end in the night-time?
(I really don't know...)
Or will the world end in the day-time?
(I really don't know...)
And is there any point ever having children? Oh,
I don't know,
What I do know
is that we're here and it's now

Jag misstänker återigen att jag är den reinkarnerade formen av Morrissey innan han ens har dött.