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The panorama of the city is wrong |
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In fact the city seems to be gone! |
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Burning rubber and smoke in my eyes |
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There's a flat burning junkheap |
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For twenty square miles! |
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They took it into the nuclear mine |
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Judging by this, they left nothing behind |
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Down in the bunkers in the crust of the earth |
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Now crouch the wealthy and the noble of birth |
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If i could a ride a train around the city |
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That holds this as our fate |
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I'd hide from electro-circuit central |
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To the shock inducer gate |
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Not forgetting the by-pass |
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Across the washington hooks |
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Through the phones and desks and screens |
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Of the kremlin's crook of crooks |
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There's some panel in a circuit board |
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Destination of the override |
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Scanning the wild wind |
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Blowing through the berlin corridor |
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Spotlit in a palace, shielded from dust |
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Malfunction or not, the failsafe is the crux |
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So far away from us, |
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Shaking with the mystery tears |
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One lonely night in ladbroke grove |
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Far away in the deserts of omaha! |
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They got it nailed down-swiss tight! |
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The bank notes of europe |
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The emperors and kings |
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Curl in the autumn as the burning of leaves |
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And i've cleaned my black guitar... |
