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And with these humble tools We can trigger any emotion we choose But, we'll Just settle to pump out repeated relics diluted with time, time You see the airways are clogged up But the fickle, they lap it up, lap it up They need to be drowned in condiments And left to ponder sense Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here Warm Smiles, they do not make you welcome here
Snap back to reality The turbulence is throwing us from side to side To side But no matter how hard you try Surrounded by cannon fodder, inundated with stagnant sounds Sounds You see the airways are clogged up But the fickle, they lap it up, lap it up They need to be drowned in condiments And left to ponder sense Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here Transformation in progress
Transformation in progress Transformation complete Lightning strikes A flash flood of colour Lightning strikes I can't stand the heat Lightning strikes A flash flood of colour I-I-I, I can't fold, I can't stand the heat
With flash flood of colour
Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here Warm smiles, they do not make you welcome here
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