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IQ - Zero |
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Hour Yesterday is up for auction |
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Souvenirs are in demand |
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In the rooms where rocking horses |
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Carried us on moonlit strands |
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Thunder crash and flash of lightning |
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Storms of metal raining down |
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Little hands that cradle ashes |
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Little eyelids heavy, head run aground |
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Will the cross and all its stations |
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Lead you where you want to go? |
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You say you want a revelation |
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Well, tell me something |
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I don't know |
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Zero hour times are changing |
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Count the seconds one by one |
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Found a girl whose laughter turned me round |
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To face a brighter sun |
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Was it just hallucination sent the artist off the rails? |
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Searching for communication in the knife when all else failed |
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Zero hour tide is turning |
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Calmer waters from now on |
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Found a girl whose laughter turned me round |
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To face a brighter sun |
