| As I was out walking
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| Home alone one night
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| I saw this man approaching
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| He wore a coat of white
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| He said, «You don’t know me
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| But you’ll very soon find out»
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| Then the world was darkness
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| As a cloth clamped around my mouth
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| I said, where am I?
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| Where am I?
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| I don’t know
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| How can I escape?
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| Slowly I recovered
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| My head was aching bad
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| I was laying on the carpet
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| Inside this madman’s lab
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| Then a voice was speaking
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| From behind a glass-walled booth
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| It said: «Welcome stranger
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| We’ve got serious work to do»
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| Where am I?
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| Where am I?
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| Someone say more
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| What’s his fiendish plan?
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| He said «You are my guinea pig
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| I’m an unsound engineer
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| I’m going to see how much a man can dig
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| A thousand voices in his ever-decreasing human ear»
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| In the echo chamber
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| I almost went insane
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| Even my own heartbeat
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| Caused my eardrum pain
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| It was like a Phil Spector nightmare
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| The echo machine ran wild
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| It was louder, getting louder
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| I thought that I would die
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| Where am I?
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| Where am I?
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| I never got out of there though I’ve tried and tried
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| For twenty four years
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| That’s why I am where I am now
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| Where am I?
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| Where am I?
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| Where am I?
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| Where am I?
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| I’m gonna tear it down before I go
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| Ah, c’mon, Michaelangelo, you know |