| I can see the light of day again.
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| (No I am not the one)
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| And now I know that I must start again.
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| (No I am not the one)
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| No I am not the best of faithful men.
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| (No I am not the one)
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| And I will take it till the very end.
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| (No I am not the one)
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| And there are times when I just cannot sleep…
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| They know when I dream…
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| And this is the end of all of us, my darling,
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| Don’t be scared, just hold your Daddy’s hand,
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| And everything, everything will fade,
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| Everything will fade.
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| (No I am not the one)
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| (No I am not the one)
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| Gun in hand we are alone again.
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| (No I am not the one)
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| From Night to Moon we hear their moans again.
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| (No I am not the one)
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| And now we walk the streets of larger lands.
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| (No I am not the one)
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| And now I know She is controlling them
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| (No I am not the one)
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| And there are times when I just cannot sleep…
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| They know when I dream…
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| And this is the end of all of us, my darling,
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| Don’t be scared, just hold your Daddy’s hand,
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| And everything, everything will fade,
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| Everything will fade,
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| Everything will fade,
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| Everything will fade.
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| (Ready Up)
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| Oh so there’s a story,
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| Forget about love, hope and glory,
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| And just focus on the elements than make a story gory,
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| Then you multiply the horror by the Nine-Three-Five,
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| And amplify your mind to grasp the principles of time,
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| And,
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| Prepare to recieve the memories they want you to see,
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| And understand that all your other memories
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| Are floating out to sea
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| In a soliliquy of disharmony,
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| And that the key to our story,
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| Is now nothing but a dream,
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| And our Hero, He can’t feel his hands,
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| And he was sent with the plans
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| From the desk of some foreign man,
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| He set his feet down on some German land,
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| Confronts a psycopath with a ratio of man,
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| And now he’s tied tightly to the arms of a chair,
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| Shakes and struggles violently
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| And screams out loud in despair,
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| He feels a cold chill flowing through the room and the air,
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| And smells the stench of taxedermia
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| As a shadow appears
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| (Beware of the Darkness)
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| GAME OVER!
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| And there’s a little Girl,
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| And She,
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| She likes teddy bears,
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| And,
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| And the way that you look when you’re covered in blood and with nowhere to run,
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| GAME OVER!
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| And that little Girl,
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| She,
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| Likes Matroyska dolls,
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| And,
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| And the way that your eyes roll back in your head as you slip into death,
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| Welcome to the jungle of the Rising Sun,
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| First taste of Hellhounds and the Lightning gun,
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| Little-Miss-Maxis watches you as you indefinitely run,
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| Turning only momentarilly to re-murder the dead ones,
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| This is one of two of your earliest memories,
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| Before the horrors that you witnessed in the hallways of Der Riese,
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| You find your partner Eddy stumbling his words,
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| Making out he’s never heard of linking Vril Inspired Diodes,
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| To the core of the story as the lines begin to blur,
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| The addition of continuums makes only for absurd,
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| Twist and turn as you land inside the land of propoganda,
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| Where Nazi wartime fasion litters all the walls and banners,
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| Hang proud from the ceiling covered in dust and decay,
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| Leaving three war criminals outnumbered and afraid,
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| As they put their trust in the hands of an egotistical-mesomaniacle-liar,
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| With the sole intention of controlling the moshes with his mind,
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| (Beware of the Darkness)
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| GAME OVER!
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| And there’s a little Girl,
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| And She,
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| She likes teddy bears,
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| And,
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| And the way that you look when you’re covered in blood and with nowhere to run,
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| GAME OVER!
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| And that little Girl,
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| She,
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| Likes Matroyska dolls,
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| And,
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| And the way that your eyes roll back in your head as you slip into death,
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| We must ascend from darkness before it’s too late,
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| But how high must we fly to the moon to escape?
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| As we leave super-heavy elements in some U. S state,
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| And focus solely on maintaining Ununpentium’s fate,
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| We travel forward, hear the call,
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| Conscript some strangers to aid,
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| In finding Richtofen’s sceptor in a frozen tundra maze,
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| We travel back, swapping snow for ancient mountain remains,
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| This temple of doom is now left in a rift and refrain,
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| And are you stained by the blood of Himilayans,
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| Laying waste to the endless magazines in an attempt at feeling sane?
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| You know he’s hiding something from you,
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| Yeah it’s right behind his eyes,
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| You wonder if he’s noticed that your mind has started linking lies,
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| And we travel to a place that he mentioned long ago,
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| On a memo that he left on a staticky radio,
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| No this place does not exist,
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| No it’s nothing but a myth,
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| And this cliff is where I stand,
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| Until little Sammy’s dad,
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| Comes back and rescues us from this story that’s really starting to drag,
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| So come on Ludwig, Come back to me and
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| FETCH ME THEIR SOULS!
|
| (Beware of the Darkness)
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| GAME OVER!
|
| And there’s a little Girl,
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| And She,
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| She likes teddy bears,
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| And,
|
| And the way that you look when you’re covered in blood and with nowhere to run,
|
| GAME OVER!
|
| And that little Girl,
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| She,
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| Likes Matroyska dolls,
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| And,
|
| And the way that your eyes roll back in your head as you slip into death,
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| Again,
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| Again,
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| Again.
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| (When they said I was dead, They could not have been more wrong)
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| How’s your wife? |