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The people's key |
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Ringing through arena seats |
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The black machine |
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Played it all from memory |
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A fever dream |
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Well, I'll come back eventually |
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To wade into the water |
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Another and another |
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We go |
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Form some kind of code |
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The bodies float |
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And form some kind of code |
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The bodies float |
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Someone's out to know |
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Papa hobo |
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Don't hide your eyes |
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Mother mountain |
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Don't kill your unborn child |
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His day is coming |
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His day is coming |
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A question burns |
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Beneath the centuries of dirt |
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That voice you've heard |
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Well, every head's a different world |
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Well, mine's concerned |
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I boarded up the windows |
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A catatonic plateau |
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A backwards black-faced minstrel show |
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So just let me go |
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The prisoner moans |
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Oh, just let me go |
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The prisoner moans |
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No one has to know |
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Eva Braun went to dye her hair |
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Little Hitler sighs in his giant's chair |
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And dreamed of nowhere |
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And dreamed of nowhere |
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And dreamed |
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The people's key |
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Ringing filling everything |
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The theme repeats |
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Thinner than the galaxy |
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Impart to me |
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Your wisdom and eventually |
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I'll float into the ether |
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Another from another |
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We grow |
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Form some kind of code |
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A flesh at bone |
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We form some kind of code |
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A flesh at bone |
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No, you're not alone |
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History bows and it steps aside |
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In the jungle there's columns of purple light |
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We're starting over |
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We're starting over |
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We're starting |
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We're starting |