Lets go back to corridors of mine and also yours
Where the dust lays on the shell in this the quiet hell
Of cigarettes and trains and plastic and bad brains
And heartbreak lays upon the shell of this the new born hell, well
Time sands, Time sands, Time sands they fall
They fall into the class, well
Turn it upside down
Turn it upside down
Turn it upside down
It falls
It falls into the glass
Make shift roaching as I sweat
Rush hour and I'm not meant to sweat
But they forgive me that I’m sure 'ere comes the Monday law
Of cigarettes and trains and plastic and bad brains
And heartbreak lays upon the shell of this another hell
Time sands, Time sands, Time sands they fall
They fall into the class, well
Turn it upside down
Turn it upside down
Turn it upside down
It falls
It falls into the glass
It falls into the glass
It falls into the glass
It falls into the glass
We hoover on the plastic and bad brains
We hoover on the plastic and bad brains
We hoover on the plastic and bad brains
We hoover on the plastic and bad brains
We hoover on the plastic and bad brains
We hoover on the plastic and bad brains
We hoover on the plastic and bad brains
We fall into the glass
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