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Peter Gabriel...The Carpet Crawlers. (128kbit_AAC)

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[00:01.00] There is lamb's wool under my naked feet

[00:05.00] The wool is soft and warm, gives off some kind of heat

[00:12.50] A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed

[00:19.53] Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid

[00:28.43] The fleas cling to the golden fleece, hoping they'll find peace

[00:39.39] Each thought and gesture, a god in celluloid

[00:45.99] There's no hiding the memory, there's no wrong to avoid

[00:54.11] -

[00:55.17] The crawlers cover the floor, in the red ochre corridor

[01:01.24] On the second sight of people, they want lifeblood than before

[01:07.30] They're moving in time, to a heavy wooden door

[01:13.00] Where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the pore

[01:19.14] The carpet crawlers heed their callers

[01:25.00] We gotta get him to get out

[01:32.36] We gotta get him to get out

[01:38.99] We gotta get him to get out

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[01:45.29] There's only un direction, in the faces that I see

[01:52.00] It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be

[01:58.62] Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree

[02:05.00] They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free

[02:11.29] The carpet crawlers heed their callers

[02:17.00] We gotta get him to get out

[02:25.00] We gotta get him to get out

[02:31.00] We gotta get him to get out

[02:37.44] -

[02:37.46] Mild-mannered supermen, are held in kryptonite

[02:43.22] And the wise and foolish virgins giggle, with their bodies glowing bright

[02:50.26] Through the door a harvest beast, is lit by candlelight

[02:56.22] It's the bottom of a staircase, but spirals out of sight

[03:03.64] The carpet crawlers heed their callers

[03:10.26] We gotta get him to get out

[03:18.07] We gotta get him to get out

[03:24.32] We gotta get him to get out

[03:30.02] -

[03:30.87] The porcelain mannequin, with shattered skin, fears attack

[03:36.56] And the eager pack lift up their features, they carry all they lack

[03:43.07] The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack

[03:49.53] And the tickler takes his tickleback

[03:54.86] The carpet crawlers heed their callers

[04:03.00] We gotta get him to get out

[04:10.00] We gotta get him to get out