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Sometimes I have this scary dream |
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In my head |
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Apocalyptic scenes |
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It makes my instincts mad |
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Surrounded by machinery |
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The warheads never ever rest |
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It's an untrustful century |
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So open up |
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You hold the key in your hand |
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Unlock the door to the future |
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You hold the key in your hand |
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The end of all the torture |
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And all the time I wake and scream |
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Where's a lead |
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Assassinated hopes |
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They make my body bleed |
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We're running out of energy |
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How did we generate this mess |
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Made ourselves the enemy |
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So open up |
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You hold the key in your hand |
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Unlock the door to the future |
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You hold the key in your hand |
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The end of all the torture |
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Nobody's there to help - we're just |
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On our own |
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The epidemics rage |
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We rally to the call |
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We're the leaders of our destiny |
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It's the only other chance we've got |
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Why are we unable mentally |
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To open up |
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You hold the key in your hand |
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Unlock the door to the future |
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You hold the key in your hand |
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The end of all the torture |
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You hold the key in your hand |
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Never say no one told ya |
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You hold the key in your hand |
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I hope the message will reach ya |
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You hold the key in your hand |
