Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking, feeling
Spin me round again
And rub my eyes
This can't be happening
When busy streets
A mess with people would stop to hold
their heads heavy
Hide and Seek
Trains and sewing machines.
All those years
They were here first
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