[Music: Mameli, Uterwijk]
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[Lyrics: V. Drunen]
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Suffering from a disease
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The morbid symptoms aren`t identifiable
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Physicians; they disagree
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Fighting is thus impossible
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Vainly you wait for a cure
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But there's pain you have to endure
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You don't have to add you to dead
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Leave your faith in science`s hands
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Research might lead to your salvation
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while you're in a state of suspended animation
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After the aneasthesia
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comes pure nitrogen
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In many degrees below zero
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An ice-bound human being
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Can they disabuse him of
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his as yet unknow disease?
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Then maybe in the future
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the machines will stop to freeze
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The blood is no longer liquid
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No palpitations of the heart
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Stone cold hardened intestines
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There will never be a new start
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Ages wait for a cure
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No more pain they have to endure
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They added themselves to the dead
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Left their faith in science`s hands
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Forever frozen is their destination
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In a state of suspended animation
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Suspended Animation
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| Pestilence |
