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Aubergine
03:22
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Aubergine! Aubergine! If you know what I mean. Know what I mean? It's way too clean in this sterile dream and I'm finding it hard to relate to the scene!
Delicious beans! Delicious beans! If you know what I mean? Keepin' it clean. Wonderful value stamped into your head and onto your tombstone when you are dead!
Camera machine, there is a camera machine! It's watching the crim'nals keepin' streets clean. Luxury is the final decree and the traitor was found harboring need!
Don't trust yourself!
Don't trust yourself!
Don't trust yourself, and don't trust anybody else!
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Mary Jane
03:01
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I was confused, so down and confused! Then I met Mary Jane; she taught me how to dodge the pain, yeah!
Mary Jane, Yeah!
I was abused; I was reekin' of booze! Them I met Mary Jane; she taught me how to get in lane, she taught me how to flush the chain, yeah!
Mary Jane! Yeah!
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The shadows grow long as the day goes on, they creep across the floor; but the question of time doesn't enter my mind, I just sit and stare at the door.
What might I find? What lies behind? These questions occur more and more, but I've been content all these years that I've spent to sit and remain on the floor, because:
I've never been bored of the floor before, I've never been bored of the floor!
I've never been bored of the floor before, I've never been bored of the floor!
But one day I got off the floor, and opened up the door... of pain!
The door of pain, it leads to a horrible place. The door of pain leads to a really horrible place! We came, we saw, we were conquered by the door! How I curse the door of pain! Cast down on the floor it was clear we could go no more; we are subjects to the law of pain!
And now that I have closed the door, I'm glad to be back on the floor. I'll never be bored of the floor anymore, no I'll never be bored of the floor.
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My baby, she doesn't give a thing to me. My dog, it only likes to watch TV! My friends, they laugh at me every morning as day is dawning. I go to work, god knows it's boring.
Gotta keep pushing! I've gotta keep pushing me all night long!
And I know when I think sometimes that I'd like to get away, and I'd like to escape away from this place.
It's crazy, but it doesn't mean a thing to me. This life, it's not like the TV screen. Reality: designed to be obsolete, keep you asleep. But I'll keep pushing as long as I feel the beat!
Gotta keep pushing! I've gotta keep pushing me all night long!
And I know when I think sometimes that I'd like to get away, and I'd like to escape away from this place.
Dance till you die!
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Poncho Pilots Cambridge, UK
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