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All nerve endings shut down. |
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Stiff lipped at the countdown. |
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All systems are go, |
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All systems are gough, |
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All systems are ghosts. |
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In a can, |
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In a cupboard, |
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In a submarine, |
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There's nothing left inside, |
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In a basket at the bottom of the guillotine |
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Is where the sailor cried. |
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He never said a word |
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To the jury of the press |
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And when the ax-blade bit his neck, "Set me free" is all he said. |
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In a pixel, |
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In a portrait, |
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In a T.V. screen |
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There's nothing left to hide. |
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Stitched each instant by the firing electron beam |
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Let the camera man decide. |
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He never said a word |
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To the jury of the press |
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When the on-air light turned red, "Cut Away" is all he said. |
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When he opened it up, |
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He dropped his coffee cup, |
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And when the cup hit the ground |
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The whole damn house came stumbling down. |
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Good by my memory. |
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From this point on |
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I'm unsettling. |
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In Brooklyn we stay home. |
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REFORMAT!!! |
