So the house is wired from floor to attic,
And your fast response is automatic,
But no one hears your shout.
All that you know from now:
So you walk the path through the sea of sleepers
And keep your eyes ahead.
Cos you know that light is finders keepers,
But what you found instead
Is no one was made for this,
Keep it against your chest,
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