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What about the figures?
What about the facts?
What about the outbreaks?
What about ourselves?
What about the figures?
They don't stop climbing
What about the outbreak?
It keeps on spreading
See it gaining ground
Digging in the wound
See it gaining ground
Digging in the wound
We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums
Quantizing is frightening
The facts are blinding
Time is dragging
The facts are blinding
We're a party in a suit
Now the worm is in the fruit
See it gaining ground
Digging in the wound
See it gaining ground
Digging in the wound
We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums
You could make it just around the block
You could make it just around the block
It's able to sneak in any lock
It's able to sneak in any lock
On your shoulder there is it a pock?
Will the scales ever fall from your eyes?
On your shoulder there is it a pock?
Will the scales ever fall from your eyes?
We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums
What about the figures?
They don't stop climbing
What about the outbreak?
It keeps on spreading
Now the lines are converging
To the point of no return
See it gaining ground
Amplifying the wound
A disaster
(You name it)
A disaster occurs
Under your very eyes
See it gaining ground
Digging in the wound
See it gaining ground
Digging in the
We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums
The doldrums, the doldrums
The outbreak, disaster
The facts, the lines, the facts

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