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ROOM 101
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(Music: Steer)
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(Lyrics: Walker)
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Don't claim to be a prophet
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Don't claim to read the stars
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But I can see a future
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Mapped out in scars
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Look to the skies
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Keep praying to your gods
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Your only salvation
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Will come in the shape of the bomb
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No clockwork orange
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The doom watch ticks
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There's no second coming
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Only final conflict
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Blind pessimism?
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Only time will tell
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The cold hard reality
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Is that this world had gone to hell
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And this is where I belong
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In my room one zero one
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As I sit here all alone
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In my own private year zero
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These numbers branded
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Embedded in the mind
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How can your herald a future
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When it's already arrived?
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Keep looking to the skies
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Keep waiting for your lord
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You fools there's no second coming
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To redeem you all
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And this is where I belong
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In my room one zero one
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As I sit here all alone
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In my own private year zero
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(leads)
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Don't claim to be a prophet
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Don't claim to sight the stars
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But I can read the future
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In anguished mental scars
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I have no faith
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In anything that you hold dear
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The future is ours
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Only in sweat and tears
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And this is where I belong
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In my room one zero one
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As I sit here all alone
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In my own private year zero
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And this is where I belong
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In my room one zero one
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As I sit here all alone
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In my own private year zero
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ROOM 101
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| Carcass |
