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Ice machine

Running through my head secretly
The shouts of the boys in the factory
I ring you on the telephone silently
Like blood, like the wine, in the dark room see

The dark room see, dark room see

A letter
Once composed
Seven years long and as tall as a tree
On the wall
efficient, efficiency

Efficiency, efficiency

As a feeling
On my window
Of a past reunion

Resurrect as a feeling
On my window
Of a past reunion
Mission of a picture
Like the city and the air we breathe

The air we breathe, 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, dancing feet

Words by Vince Clark (c) 1981 Sonet/Musical Moments

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