so there i was in a time without a place
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and a messenger came
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he knew my name
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called it out sought me out
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he said, "god is dead and the devil reigns us all
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it's a mystery to solve, so to save your face
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know your place and fall from grace"
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i never felt then so alone
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was nothing sacred i've been shown
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i feel i'm sinking like a stone
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in the interzone...now
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in this place all our cultures could collide
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still religion divides
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it's a sad excuse, such abuse
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i tell the truth
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i know all is one but still nothing seems the same
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it's a mysterious game
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so now on my mark from the start
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let's all fall apart
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have you ever felt then so alone
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where nothing's sacred nothing's shown
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and you feel you're sinking like a stone
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in the interzone now
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The Interzone
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| The Tea Party |
