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We were working secretly |
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For the military. |
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Our experiment in sound, |
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Was nearly ready to begin. |
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We only know in theory |
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What we are doing: |
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Music made for pleasure, |
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Music made to thrill. |
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It was music we were making here until |
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They told us |
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All they wanted |
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Was a sound that could kill someone |
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From a distance. |
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So we go ahead, |
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And the meters are over in the red. |
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It's a mistake in the making. |
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From the painful cry of mothers, |
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To the terrifying scream, |
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We recorded it and put it into our machine. |
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"I'll bet my mum's gonna give me a little toy instrument!" |
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"Five" |
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"Experiment four" |
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"Experiment four" |
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"Experiment four" |
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"Experiment four" |
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"Experiment four" |
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But that dream is your enemy. |
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We won't be there to be blamed. |
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We won't be there to snitch. |
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I just pray that someone there |
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Can hit the switch. |
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But they told us |
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All they wanted |
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Was a sound that could kill someone |
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From a distance. |
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So we go ahead, |
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And the meters are over in the red. |
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It's a mistake we've made. |
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Hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm. |
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And the public are warned to stay off. |