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For your heart they won't let you |
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For your cell they will trick you |
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Just things not to come back |
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Know this the world's an evil machine |
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What you need is a ghost |
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But there's no friendly ghost |
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Roland I feel you |
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It is mayhem out these days |
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I specialize in end times too |
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Last night I dreamt I was flying the jet |
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Into the mothership |
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But then i woke up too soon |
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Hold tight get a grip |
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The whole world is going to hell |
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The kids, right out in the streets |
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Daddy ain't paying my rent no more |
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We hoped for salvation |
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And invented a device |
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But created a monster |
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And get killed by its hands |
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And in the air a sweet melody |
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It is a lullaby |
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An apocalypso beat |
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Hold tight get a grip |
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The whole world is going to hell |
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The kids, right out in the streets |
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My baby ain't feeling the love no more |
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Hold tight get a grip |
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The whole world is going to hell |
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Kids into this world |
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Yes, until no prick is in charge no more |
