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Camera One, we're live. |
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Let's state the mission |
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(It's no surprise): |
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The leaders say, |
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"Disparate measures call forth desperate times." |
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Plug it in: the war machine. |
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Fall in line with the opposition. |
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We control the candidates. |
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Money loves us, money don't ask why. |
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The good times are all gone |
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but the party's not over. |
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Plug it in: the war machine. |
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Fall in line with the opposition. |
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We control the candidates. |
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Lift your head and open up your eyes. |
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C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon. |
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We'll all go blind staring into the heart of the Hydrogen Bomb. |
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This could be a new beginning. |
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We all rest at less than zero. |
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We all rest at less than zero. |
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We all rest at less than zero. |
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Because we'll all live in a yellow submarine, |
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a yellow submarine, we will. |
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We all live in a cellophane dream |
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that's been bursting the seams; |
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A recession of beliefs we live... |
