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Good thieves of burning cars |
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Encircle poisoned rivers, minds and hearts |
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Horses want to dance |
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But find their wings are damaged, water damaged |
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Gold is selling out |
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So hurry, mighty ocean's rising fast |
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A big man with a plan |
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Has got a storm a coming, monster coming |
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From Atlantis to Interzone |
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You start on the edge and you end on your own |
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From Atlantis to Interzone |
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You start on the edge and you end on your own |
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We're fragments of fiction |
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Your dead man, half alive |
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Who hangs from helping numbers, one to five |
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His ears, pricked with the knife |
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Hears that the east are coming, west are coming |
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From gravity's rainbow |
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The axis here is still unknown |
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The children's faces glow |
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The wasteland guides them, wasteland guides them |
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From Atlantis to Interzone |
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You start on the edge and you end on your own |
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From Atlantis to Interzone |
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You start on the edge and you end on your own |
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From Atlantis to Interzone |
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You start on the edge and you end on your own |
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We're fragments of fiction |
