| Little drugs on the ceiling
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| Black brains melting our illusions, delusions
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| Pale green pigs on the doorstep
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| Tear the fabric, tear the fabric and don’t look back
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| No don’t look back
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| Dust is glowing, dust is glowing in your eyes
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| You’re radioactive, radioactive now
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| Drifting through tomorrow
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| Open up your heart and speak out, here and now
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| Don’t get lost in the future
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| Rip it out, rip it out and don’t look back
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| No don’t look back
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| Dust is glowing, dust is glowing in your eyes
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| You’re radioactive, radioactive now
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| Dust is glowing, dust is glowing in your eyes
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| You’re radioactive, radioactive now
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| I’m leaving in the morning
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| I’m leaving in the morning
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| There’s nothing here for me
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
 | 
| I’m leaving in the morning
 | 
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
 | 
| I’m leaving in the morning
 | 
| There’s nothing here for me
 | 
| Dust is glowing, dust is glowing in your eyes
 | 
| You’re radioactive, radioactive now
 | 
| Dust is glowing, dust is glowing in your eyes
 | 
| You’re radioactive, radioactive now
 | 
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
 | 
| I’m leaving in the morning
 | 
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
 | 
| I’m leaving in the morning
 | 
| There’s nothing here for me
 | 
| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| I’m leaving in the morning
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
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| I’m leaving in the morning
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| There’s nothing here for me |