| Knocking on my door they tell me it’s time to go on
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| Last check in the mirror to see if anything’s wrong
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| The writing’s up on the wall, a warning shot to them all
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| My head is spinning
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| It’s the beginning of the end
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| The people freak out when I walk out there, so scared
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| My head is spinning
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| It’s the beginning of the end
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| The people freak out when I walk out there, so scared
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| Nostradamus predicted a bomb would drop
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| And all our guitars will be humming in
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| Watch us brush off the dust
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| In heavy metal we trust
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| Then kick back and read The Sunday Times
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| My head is spinning
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| It’s the beginning of the end
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| The people freak out when I walk out there, so scared
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| My head is spinning
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| It’s the beginning of the end
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| The people freak out when I walk out there, so scared
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| Fifteen hundred thousand years
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| Wouldn’t be enough to dry these tears
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| I’ll still be here hanging on, and on, and on
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| Things will never be the same
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| Save the pieces of your brain
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| My head is spinning
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| It’s the beginning of the end
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| The people freak out when I walk out there, so scared
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| My head is spinning
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| It’s the beginning of the end
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| The people freak out when I walk out there, so scared |