White Sky - Warp Dub

An ancient business, a modern piece of glass work
 Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing
 The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion
 The whole immortal corporation's given its permission
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 A little stairway, a little piece of carpet
 A pair of mirrors that are facing one another
 Out in both directions, a thousand little Julia's
 That come together in the middle of Manhattan
 You waited since lunch
 It all comes at once (aw-aw, a-a-a-aw)
 (Aw-aw, a-a-a-aw, aw-aw, a-a-a-aw)
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 (Keep it)
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 Around the corner, the house that modern art built
 I asked for modern art to keep it out the closets
 The people who might own it, the sins of pride and envy
 And on the second floor the Richard, Serra, Skate, Park (aw-aw, a-a-a-aw)
 (Aw-aw, a-a-a-aw, aw-aw, a-a-a-aw)
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 (Keep it, keep it)
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 (Keep it, keep it)
 (Keep it, keep it)