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Discretion is a must, rising from the dust, |
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on your feet but just a bit unsteady |
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you want to close your eyes, be taken by surprise |
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but not before you're absolutely ready |
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so lay low, as time permits |
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and you'll know it when it hits: |
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it's gonna sound like a big |
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it's coming down like a big |
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it's gonna pound like a big, strange, beautiful |
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hammer |
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You're feeling like a saint, powerful but faint |
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like you want to call for an attendant |
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heavy in your hand, courage on demand |
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you feel safe, and strangely independent |
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once baptized in pain and light |
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you'd be advised to hold on tight |
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when you collide with a big |
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you coincide with a big |
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filled inside with a big, strange, beautiful |
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hammer |
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it's coming down on you |
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it's gonna drive you home |
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hammer, hammer, |
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big hammer, strange hammer |
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Discretion is a waste, now you've had a taste |
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you see yourself as well-maintained and polished |
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existence is a test, we try to do our best |
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but we're on a quest to be demolished |
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it's your right, so don't be shy |
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day and night you're smitten by |
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the might of a big |
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the blinding light of a big |
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in the night of the big, strange, |
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beautiful hammer |
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hammer, hammer, |
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big hammer, strange hammer |
