The people's key
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Ringing through arena seats
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The black machine
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Played it all from memory
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A fever dream
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Well, I'll come back eventually
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To wade into the water
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Another and another
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We go
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Form some kind of code
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The bodies float
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And form some kind of code
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The bodies float
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Someone's out to know
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Papa hobo
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Don't hide your eyes
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Mother mountain
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Don't kill your unborn child
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His day is coming
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His day is coming
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A question burns
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Beneath the centuries of dirt
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That voice you've heard
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Well, every head's a different world
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Well, mine's concerned
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I boarded up the windows
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A catatonic plateau
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A backwards black-faced minstrel show
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So just let me go
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The prisoner moans
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Oh, just let me go
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The prisoner moans
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No one has to know
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Eva Braun went to dye her hair
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Little Hitler sighs in his giant's chair
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And dreamed of nowhere
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And dreamed of nowhere
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And dreamed
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The people's key
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Ringing filling everything
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The theme repeats
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Thinner than the galaxy
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Impart to me
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Your wisdom and eventually
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I'll float into the ether
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Another from another
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We grow
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Form some kind of code
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A flesh at bone
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We form some kind of code
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A flesh at bone
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No, you're not alone
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History bows and it steps aside
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In the jungle there's columns of purple light
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We're starting over
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We're starting over
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We're starting
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We're starting
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A Machine Spiritual (In The People's Key)
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| Bright Eyes |
