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Overhead's a tube showing off my lines And I'm weighting down a chair, reading the signs Horizontal blinds just dilute in bits So you paint your own picture on metallic slits As they walk around behind them, I will always remember That their shapes looked hollow and I'll always remember Although I have to tell myself to always remember That their faces looked blank and I'll always remember There is no cure for the common cold so don't expect a cure for cancer At least you can appreciate the humour in it We'll jump feet first, holding charts is cold comfort In the comfort we've not advanced too much Progress is compartmentalised But there's something in the harshness that I want to remember That their shapes looked hollow and I'll always remember Even though I must remind myself to always remember That their faces looked blank and I'll always remember There is no cure for the common cold so don't expect a cure for cancer