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Familiar Things

Words and Music by Ben Scott (c) 2008

Everywhere I walk I am surrounded
I searched for solitude in every alleyway but never found it
Bounded in like Errol Flynn
Two bags and a vacant stare I could have been from Mars for all they cared

Looking through a window I saw
Five of them together facing the same way, speaking never
A blue glow was in their eyes
Like some demonic sunrise face of stone, and noone home at all

Chorus

Ooh when the night falls
Finding out familiar things
Ooh when the night falls
Finding out familiar things

And in a very strange ritual
A line of smoking boxes sitting, smoking, waiting humming
Inside each a person sits smoking, the city choking
Until the green lights on and the smokings done, then the line moves on

Chorus

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