[Karn Evil 9 1st Impression Part 1]
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Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air
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About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare,
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Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold
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Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold.
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I'll be there
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I'll be there
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I will be there.
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Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed.
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They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way.
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Praying for survival at the end of the day.
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There is no compassion for those who stay.
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I'll be there
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I'll be there
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I will be there
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There must be someone who can set them free:
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To take their sorrow from this odyssey
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To help the helpless and the refugee
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To protect what's left of humanity.
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Can't you see
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Can't you see
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Can't you see
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I'll be there
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I'll be there
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I will be there;
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To heal their sorrow
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To beg and borrow
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Fight tomorrow.
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Step inside! Hello! We've a most amazing show
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You'll enjoy it all we know
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Step inside! Step inside!
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We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks.
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Leave your hammers at the box
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Come inside! Come inside!
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Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
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See the show!
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Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars
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And a bomb inside a car
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Spectacular! Spectacular!
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If you follow me there's a speciality
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Some tears for you to see
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Misery, misery,
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Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
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See the show!
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Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville
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We've a stripper in a till
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What a thrill! What a thrill!
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And not content with that,
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With our hands behind our backs,
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We pull Jesus from a hat,
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Get into that! Get into that!
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Roll up! Roll up! Roll up!
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See the show!
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[Karn Evil 9 1st Impression Part 2]
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Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends
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We're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside
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There behind a glass stands a real blade of grass
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Be careful as you pass, move along, move along
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Come inside, the show's about to start
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Guaranteed to blow your head apart
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Rest assured you'll get your money's worth
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Greatest show in Heaven, Hell or Earth
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You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo
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You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll, oh
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Right before your eyes we pull laughter from the skies
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And he laughs until he cries, then he dies, then he dies
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Come inside, the show's about to start
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Guaranteed to blow your head apart
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You've got to see the show, it's a dynamo
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You've got to see the show, it's rock and roll, oh
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Soon the Gypsy Queen in a glaze of vaseline
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Will perform on guillotine, what a scene, what a scene
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Next upon the stand will you please extend a hand
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To Alexander's Ragtime Band, Dixieland, Dixieland
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Roll up, roll up, roll up
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See the show
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Performing on a stool we've a sight to make you drool
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Seven virgins and a mule, keep it cool, keep it cool
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We would like it to be known the exhibits that were shown
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Were exclusively our own, all our own, all our own
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Come and see the show, come and see the show
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Come and see the show
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See the show
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[Karn Evil 9 2nd Impression]
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[instrumental]
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[Karn Evil 9 3rd Impression]
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Man alone, born of stone,
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Will stamp the dust of time
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His hands strike the flame of his soul;
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Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
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Until the winds of laughter blows cold.
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Fear that rattles in men's ears
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And rears its hideous head
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Dread... Death... in the wind...
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Man of steel pray and kneel
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With fever's blazing torch
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Thrust in the face of the night;
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Draws a blade of compassion
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Kissed by countless Kings
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Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.
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Walls that no man thought would fall
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The altars of the just
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Crushed... Dust... in the wind...
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No man yields who flies in my ship
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Danger!
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Let the bridge computer speak
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Stranger!
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Load your program. I am yourself.
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No computer stands in my way
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Only blood can cancel my pain
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Guardians of a new clear dawn
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Let the maps of war be drawn.
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Rejoice! Glory is ours!
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Our young men have not died in vain,
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Their graves need no flowers
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The tapes have recorded their names.
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I am all there is
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Negative! Primitive! Limited! I let you live!
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But I gave you life
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What else could you do?
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To do what was right
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I'm perfect! Are you?
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Karn Evil 9
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| Emerson, Lake & Palmer |
