What would induce you to swear your allegiance to God, tonight
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joined at the hip to a million volt switch of the light, alright
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you want to find out what the planet's about
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falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky
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your eyes are black as they see
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the red ball of the sun, out they're blind
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dribbling with come as the volts start to arc through your mind
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it's cruel but it's kind
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like father like son chop of the head and the body lives on
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falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky
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like father like son
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chop of the head and the body lives on
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heaven that made you has screwed you and left
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falling from grace leaves a cool empty space in the sky
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Headswitch
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| Bruce Dickinson |
