Chop Chop

Take a walk to the new town, take a look around
 Pretty road names pass us by, a foundation sound
 They paint their walls and ceilings white to feel clean inside
 Ten square miles so synchronized, I could have cried
 And the bodies go by, barely half awake
 Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come
 It's such a nice environment I'm in
 I wonder why I'm here, and the bodies go by, barely half awake
 All but the few ever notice anything at all, oh dear
 All but the few ever notice anything at all, ah!
 I've got a nice new wristwatch with a bright red strap
 The second hand really moves quite fast, I'd never thought of that
 And then I pick up my picture book to compensate outside
 It's back to fiction once again, I could have cried
 And the bodies go by, barely half awake
 Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come
 It's such a nice environment I'm in
 I wonder why I'm here, and the bodies go by, barely half awake
 All but the few ever notice anything at all, oh dear
 All but the few ever notice anything at all
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