| It would start out into a fairly basic song and then
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| Uh, the music would settle into a kind of hypnotic of
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| River of sound which, uhm, would leave me free to kind of
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| Make up anything that came into my head at the time
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| I use a touch of this, use a dab of that
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| Spice it up a bit, infuse it with the flavor that it lacked
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| All the violence and ratchet-slaying, you can have it back (Bang)
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| Blew up in your face now your leaving on the last train
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| They 50-cented the kids and left them short changed
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| To eat they got to take to the streets and play war games
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| They say nothing’s set in stone or preordained
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| But some bullets have names when they rip through your friend
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| Let’s kill the drama with belladonna and hemlock
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| Sound boy, kill the noise, 'till you can hear a pen drop
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| Memnoch devils assemble beneath the full moon
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| And slow dance the night away until the first light of day
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| When the sun rise' we come together like a Beatles chorus
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| Darkness retreats when he sees the light creeping towards it
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| We’re killing time, time’s killing us
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| Years pass like days but you’re feeling the rush
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| It’s all one
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| Everything moves to the rhythm
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| Late night, she get’s right, and moves to the rhythm
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| Find what you’re looking for, lose inhibition
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| The two-sided story’s an illusion, there’s just one
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| One, One
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| Move to the rhythm
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| At night I slide inside my love and move to the rhythm
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| Throw caution in the wind, lose inhibition
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| The two-sided story’s an illusion, there’s just one
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| Tune in, Drop out, underground economics
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| Drop in, tune out, work for legal profit
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| The clock ticks, time moves fast and slows down
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| And the city shifts from a metropolis to a ghost town
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| Stay in formation, march towards the iron maiden
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| Off with their heads, spilling plasma for libations
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| We shoot this shit like nothing’s sacred
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| Just another day shift out scraping for chips
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| If you give a rabid dog a bone, he’ll pick it clean
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| Give an old dog a hit or two of dimethyltriptamine
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| He’ll realise that he’s living a dream
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| And learn new tricks to exist within the machine
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| See as sun sets, clouds part ways like people do
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| But I could spend every waking hour counting sheep with you
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| We’re killing time, time’s killing us
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| Years pass like days but you’re feeling the rush
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| It’s all one
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| Everything moves to the rhythm
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| Late night, she get’s right, and moves to the rhythm
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| Find what you’re looking for, lose inhibition
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| The two-sided story’s an illusion, there’s just one
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| One, One
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| Move to the rhythm
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| At night I slide into my love and move to the rhythm
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| Throw caution in the wind, lose inhibition
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| The two-sided story’s an illusion, there’s just one
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| (one, one, one) |