Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to form
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking feeling
Spin me 'round again and rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets a mess with people
Would stop to hold their heads heavy
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first
[Imogen Heap]
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