We were working secretly
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For the military.
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Our experiment in sound,
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Was nearly ready to begin.
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We only know in theory
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What we are doing:
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Music made for pleasure,
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Music made to thrill.
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It was music we were making here until
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They told us
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All they wanted
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Was a sound that could kill someone
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From a distance.
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So we go ahead,
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And the meters are over in the red.
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It's a mistake in the making.
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From the painful cry of mothers,
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To the terrifying scream,
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We recorded it and put it into our machine.
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Then they told us
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All they wanted
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Was a sound that could kill someone
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From a distance.
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So we go ahead,
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And the meters are over in the red.
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It's a mistake in the making.
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It could feel like falling in love.
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It could feel so bad.
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But it could feel so good.
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It could sing you to sleep
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?"I'll bet my mum's gonna give me a little toy instrument!"?
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But that dream is your enemy.
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We won't be there to be blamed.
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We won't be there to snitch.
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I just pray that someone there
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Can hit the switch.
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But they told us
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All they wanted
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Was a sound that could kill someone
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From a distance.
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So we go ahead,
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And the meters are over in the red.
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It's a mistake we've made.
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Hmm hmm hmm, hmm hmm hmm.
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And the public are warned to stay off.
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Experiment IV
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| Kate Bush |
