Thursday Lyrics

12. I1100

We'll all look the same someday 
And even now the robot starts to think 
I wonder what it dreams 
The Tide is high on Fourtheeth Street 
The rain comes in to clear the heat 
The way in is the same way out 
the way up is the same way down 
Now there is no safe way down

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