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You’re standing on the only chair,
and you’re singing to the screens
and the moving stairs,
all on your own in the arrivals

You heard it in the watchman’s cry,
and you saw it in the bleeding evening sky.
You got a Swiss Army in your pocket
Here comes the blackout…!

Now the hooded snake controls your mind,
stole your eye on the seventh of July
We’ve got to learn to love our neighbours,
before our neighbours start scaring the love out of us

Before they frighten the love out of us

In the story of the matchstick girl,
she was freezing on the streets of Peterserg.
She lit a match and found a warmer world
But here comes the blackout…!

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