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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)