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Somewhere outside London where the wheels turn on nothin' I know she's cold
Plagued by thoughts that linger, simple nothing bigger, nothing whole
"Manalive," you tell yourself, "I'm stuck I just can't seem to pick a hole"
The sights or sounds or places, God I know the face ... still untold
Witness what I listen. There's a world here you're missin' to behold
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