[Verse 1] Send me off and give me Magazine copies of open spaces And open ends, distant, diverted from the medicine And our own ends that were seeing [Chorus] White, white walls and hospitals All of us feel trivial And relative, tentative and waiting For all those white, white walls and hospitals All of us feel trivial And paper thin, tentative and waiting [Verse 2] For just another day of no answers And no promises in the night time But in the meantime, fucking hospitals and medicine Stand towering and cold and pallid [Chorus] White, white walls and hospitals All of us feel trivial And relative, tentative and waiting For all those white, white walls and hospitals All of us feel trivial And paper thin, tentative and waiting Paper thin, tentative and waiting [Outro] Send me out there to the tower now Hospitals and their medicine
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