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Creature comforts, creature hopes
They've all been sold
Put it at the front, leave the rest behind
Until we grow old
I want you
To start making sense again
Look out Joe, here comes a cliche
Rock and a hard place, nothing to say
Ask me a question, what to do
I can't believe I listen to you
I want you
To start making sense again
Push to the back to the front to the back again
Noses on the back wall, bringing out the terror in
Ask me a question, what to do
I can't believe I listen to you
I want you
To start making sense again