| Brock —)
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| Where the speed of light breaks thro'
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| Changing shapes distort the view
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| Red rimmed stars, teardrops of light
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| I can vanish into the night
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| With laser eyes I will awake
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| Panic is the rule I make
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| Trace my background identikit
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| A source of light which shall emit
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| I see what no one fortells
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| I can travel down to hell
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| I know what is often said
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| Written in the book of the dead
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| I can travel anyway
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| With my energising ray
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| And I’ll visit in your room
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| Appearing from within the gloom
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| Watch me take you in your dreams
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| Cascading irridescent light beams
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| Fingers curling in the sun
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| Reaching for what has begun
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| Suddenly I hear all your lies
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| See all the secrets of 1000 eyes
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| But you may laugh or gasp for breath
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| What is life and what is death |