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I.C.B.
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Line of force from heaven, a tear in a stranger's eye
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When it goes forever, where all things never die
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People look whenever, these places have been won
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Minds just for breathing, When those moments have begun
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It's so far away, and it's closing in
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It's so far away, and it seems to draw me in
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Taken from the killing ground, by all dividing hands
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With no sense or reason, they came, they found, they ran
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Taking good advantage of all the things I'm told
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I washed my hands in innocence when you start taking control
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It's so far away, and it's closing in
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It's so far away, and it seems to draw me in
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I.C.B.
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| New Order |
