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Young Marble Giants Colossal Youth

in this world The world is your head If you think the world is A clutter of existence Falling through the air With minimal resistance You could be right, how would I know? Colossal youth

So bad when you went away Nothing I could do or say And now we are a lonely two Sit at home and watch the tube I've been hurt before, sorrow knocking

Staring at the mirror on the steamy bathroom wall eating a Noddemix As the people are running the highrise starts to fall While she neatly wipes her

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to be The Young Untold How can I hope to be Someone for you to see? Blind as the Fate decrees I will go on Teaching myself to be The Young Untold

Parrish is dancing, his feet are a bIur Comes to a standstill, I ask him a question He doesn't hear Wurlitzer jukebox Fingers are pointed in my direction

in this world The world is your head If you think the world is a clutter of existence Falling through the air with minimal resistance You could be right, how would I know? Colossal youth

And when I see you constantly changing Never the same as, never remaining I cannot fix you in a position Where I would lose you out of my vision For