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My arms are holding a ruby |
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My head is rumbling like Siberia Express |
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Can't remember what I'm here for |
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Or what I've done the night before |
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I've got a box in my pocket |
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With a mystic text and joyride spice |
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I read the note as I walk out the door: |
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"Meet us at the gate to Metropolis" |
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Rather confused I continue |
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To walk out the door in the house I am in |
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Can't believe what my eyes see |
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This looks like 'nam in 73 |
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This place is trashed pretty bad |
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My car is a wreck and the neighbour's cat is on fire |
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The street starts to shake |
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As parts of the night appear in my mind |
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Hey! |
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Scream with us |
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Hey! |
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Dance with us |
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Hey! |
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The rushes of joy |
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Blinding lights |
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As I walk down the road |
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People seem tense and crammed with fear |
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I stop to ask what's going on |
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When a shiny girl breaks my world with her words: |
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You know last night might have been |
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The final party of the 21st century |
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The oceans are black |
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And tonight we execute the unpleasant truth |
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Hey! |
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Scream with us |
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Hey! |
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Dance with us |
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Hey! |
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The rushes of joy |
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Blinding lights... |
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...enlightens my mind |
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The visions are getting clearer now |
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We feared to climb the walls at the gates to our future |
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But realised that it was only the fear we feared |
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Now it's us against the world |
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And we are getting higher and higher and higher... |
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Hey! |
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Scream with us |
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Hey! |
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Dance with us |
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Hey! |
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The rushes of joy |
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Blinding lights |
