Sha-la-la-la-la
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Sha-la-la-la-lee
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Sha-la-la-la-la
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I feel free
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When I woke up I was freezing
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Shaking like a leaf
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I was stuck up on a shelf
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With the other guys in Room 19
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Then the brain here right beside me
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Speaking telepathically
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Said "Hi, my name is Stalin
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Glad to see you here in Room 19"
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Yeah Tchaikovsky played the music
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While Pasternak wrote poetry
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As they sliced our brains to study
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Why we ended up in Room 19
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Lenin never shut up talking
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And every talk became a speech
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"Speaking dialectically," he said
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"We don't exist in Room 19."
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Well 'ol Sakharov was outraged
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And said "Exactly what you mean?"
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And Lenin said "There is no Heavan
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So I can't believe in Room 19"
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Set me free, free, free, etc.
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Room Nineteen (Sha La La La Lee)
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| Boomtown Rats |
