| Sometimes I have this scary dream
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| In my head
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| Apocalyptic scenes
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| It makes my instincts mad
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| Surrounded by machinery
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| The warheads never ever rest
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| It’s an untrustful century
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| So open up
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| You hold the key in your hand
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| Unlock the door to the future
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| You hold the key in your hand
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| The end of all the torture
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| And all the time I wake and scream
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| Where’s a lead
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| Assassinated hopes
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| They make my body bleed
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| We’re running out of energy
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| How did we generate this mess
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| Made ourselves the enemy
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| So open up
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| You hold the key in your hand
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| Unlock the door to the future
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| You hold the key in your hand
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| The end of all the torture
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| Nobody’s there to help — we’re just
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| On our own
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| The epidemics rage
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| We rally to the call
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| We’re the leaders of our destiny
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| It’s the only other chance we’ve got
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| Why are we unable mentally
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| To open up
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| You hold the key in your hand
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| Unlock the door to the future
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| You hold the key in your hand
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| The end of all the torture
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| You hold the key in your hand
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| Never say no one told ya
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| You hold the key in your hand
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| I hope the message will reach ya
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| You hold the key in your hand |