S.p.o.c.k - Ice Machine lyrics

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Running through my head secretly 
Shout at the boys in the factory 
I'll ring you on the telephone silently 
Like blood, like the wine in the darkroom sea 

A letter, once composed 
Seven years long and as tall as a tree 
Reading on the wall 
Efficient, efficiency 

Resurrect, as a feeling  
on my window, of a past reunion 
A vision of a picture 
like the city and the air we breathe 

She stood beside me once again 
I knew her face 
We met before, in the street 
recalling all the children dancing at our feet 
Their dancing feet  
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