Tom: G
Introdução:
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Along the track the wires are humming
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In bursts of code like far-off drums
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Fathering a message Further up the line
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Someone's shouting down the passage of time
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The corridor restrains the window
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No view without the eye (I?) within
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Bold upon the threshold But holding on the line
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Shouting down the passage of time
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Relatives speak on the phone on the train
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Talking before they have thought to explain
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Voices pitched wildly on tracks in the night
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Can't pick the pace up, oh let there be light
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How light becomes the soul
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You know yourself the centre of attention
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You know yourself the locus of event
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Sorry if it's painful Quarrying the lime, stage centre
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Shouting down the passage of time
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The corridor retains its shadows
its secrets compartmentalised
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What's there to see or make clear
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What's there to know when the voice is right here
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What's there to promise or vow
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What's to believe when the time is right now
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Relatives speak on the phone on the train
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Talking before they have thought to refrain
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Voices projecting, spears in mid-flight
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Frozen forever, oh let there be light!!