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a radio plays 'white christmas', it's been doing that for years, if someone leaves the station, oh please don't talk to strangers, can't you see they're not like us, the vacant flesh of u.d.'s, stand leaning by the walls, you can feel them thinking over, ways of merging with the thoughts, you never dare to dream, it must have been years, it must have been years, they want to relive all my memories, give me 'the service' daily, maybe it was mother, i can't seem to remember, much at all these days, picture open doorways, no pick-ups by the taxi boys, just a bed near the window, and an old lamp by my pillow, and the things i have to do, it must have been years, it must have been years, the driver wants to touch me, he mentions all the old cop bullshit, i try to back away, but he's so strong i just can't move, maybe i don't want to anyway, the time to leave is always 'soon', i wonder if i'm lying, a vague feeling of panic, as a man leaves saying "thank you", i blame it all on you, it must have been years, it must have been years

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Artist: gary numan