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The thick black smoke comes rising up, in these dreams
faces leering through the haze, that ripples in the heat
And words are just some place to hide, a that we can run behind
When is itching, twisting, turning, but locked away deep down inside
No, there's nothing wrong here, at all

We sat up talking late last night, trying to make sense
But we were skirting round with clever words
And all the things that we
There's guard dogs straining at the leash, the soldiers standing by
Staring into empty space beyond the wire
No, there's wrong here, nothing at all
So when this nightmare's over, will you rock me back to sleep
Tomorrow is another day, passive in Brave New World