.(Words Willcox/Music Lee)
In the labyrinth we grow so thin
We grow protrusions that we can fly and fight in
In the labyrinth we grow guns with bullets in
We've all got a game to play and we all want to win
The world blows so cold around scores of concrete plinths
In.
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