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- Train Of Thought (Remix)
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- He likes to have the morning
- Paper's crossword solved,
- Words go up, word come down;
- Forwards, backwards, twisted round.
- He grabs a pile of letters
- From a small suitcase,
- Disappears into an office
- It's another working day.
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- And his thoughts are full of strangers
- Corridors of naked lights,
- And his mind once full of reason
- Now there's more than meets meets the eye,
- Now a stranger's face he carries with him
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- He likes a bit of reading
- On the subway home,
- A distant radio's whistling tunes
- That nobody knows.
- At home a house awaits him,
- He unlocks the door
- Thinking once there was a sea
- Here but there never was a door
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- And his thoughts are full of strangers
- And his eyes, too numb to see
- And nothing that he knows of
- And nowwhere where he's been
- Was never quite like this
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- And his thoughts are full
- Of strangers, corridors
- Of naked lights, and his mind
- Once full of reason
- Now there's more than meets the eye
- Now a stranger's face he carries with him
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- And at heart he's full of strangers
- Dodging on his train of thought
- Train of thought.
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- ad lib to end