[B. Dickinson / A. Smith]
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So this is dreamtime, and all is quiet
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So this is dreamtime, and all is night
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You've never been held by the hand of god
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Who's rocking the cradle, if he is not?
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He turned the oil into his blood
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Panzer divisions burning in in the mud
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The stain of freedom - he's washed it out
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Who's rocking the cradle - I have no doubt
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Sleeping eyes awake
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To see his hooded gaze
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Whispers on the wind
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The darker side of ecstasy
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Satan - has left his killing floor
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Satan - has left his killing floor
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Satan - hellfires burn no more
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Satan - has left his killing floor
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[SOLO]
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Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh [x4]
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So now it's dreamtime for you tonight
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So now it's dreamtime, and all is quiet
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You've never been held by the hand of god
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Who's rocking your cradle, if he is not?
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Sleeping eyes awake
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To see his hooded gaze
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Whispers on the wind
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The never-ending breath goodbye
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Satan - has left his killing floor
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Satan - has left his killing floor
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Satan - his fires burn no more
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Satan - is coming back for more
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Satan - has left his killing floor [x2]
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Killing Floor
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| Bruce Dickinson |
