| What thou hath wrought with these two hands,
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| the great undoing of every man
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| The toil of fourteen billion years snuffed out in a flash
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| They watched the birth with faith devout
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| They cut the cord and locked you out
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| She’s everybody’s baby now — and baby, it’s gonna crash.
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| A big bang that the gods could see.
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| The fix is in, the Prime Mover is out.
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| We don’t need your sun no more,
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| we’ve got 10 000 suns down here.
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| Prometheus in a downward slide,
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| Hiroshima’s sons want to know why
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| But they changed the locks & won’t take your calls
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| You can’t do these ghosts no good at all.
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| Now I Am Become Death
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| I had nine lives when I got to this town
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| and God only knows what it’s down to now
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| But spare the bomb and spoil the child
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| (I tried to take it back).
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| He drops his eyes and leans in tight
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| with words to echo all your nights.
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| At the first flash of the blinding lights, he says:
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| «We're all sons of bitches now.» |
| Always.
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| You’re a sinking sun. |
| You’re a setting sun. |
| The lucky one. |