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    (I've lost my tweezers)
    At this late stage of the game you cannot tell
    If it is night or if it's daytime
    And I've come around to your door
    To muck around and make mince-meat of your life
    And beneath the glow of your back porch light
    You were passing like a thing possessed
    And snap, snap, snap
    Your teeth are chewing on my daily routine
    Yeah I couldn't give it up, and I couldn't if I tried
    When I saw a scared nation yelling inside
    Yeah I couldn't give it up, and I couldn't if I tried
    I was underneath the floor, I was trying to hide
    Trying to hide
    At this late stage of the game you cannot tell
    If it is night or if it's daytime
    And I've come around to your door
    To muck around and make mince-meat of your life
    And there was a whole nation crowded inside
    With tongues of fire dancing on their skulls
    And every door, every manhole sealed up tight
    And pretty soon I realised
    Here was the perfect space inside
    And I couldn't give it to you if I tried!
    I couldn't give it to you if I tried!

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