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Klang klang klang
Tuneless trains pass
Morning at last
Sleep comes, takes her home
Slips outside
Leaves a note for mother
Sleeping with the television on

Klang klang klang
Another new noise to record
The city asks
Klang klang klang
A question
Could I stay here perfectly for years?
(Perfectly for years)

Grass-stained knees in
Fields of flowers
Collect all the world's strange offerings
It's not work
It's not pleasure
Pressing flowers, breathless reckoning

Klang klang klang
Another new noise to record
The city asks
Answer me a question
Could I stay here perfectly for years
The same as you and I've always been?
(Perfectly for years)