The pistons have grown silent
And my friends are long gone
Just who the hell do you think you are?
Have you ever built a thing?
Now everyone's a stranger
This used to be my dear green place
And spinning round and round
And she wore a white dress
The white ribbon in her her
Spinning as she pirouettes
I can't remember her face
This used to be my dear green place
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