| Give me back my broken night
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| My mirrored room, my secret life
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| It’s lonely here
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| There’s no one left to torture
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| Give me absolute control
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| Over every living soul
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| And lie beside me, baby
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| That’s an order!
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| Give me crack and anal sex
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| Take the only tree that’s left
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| And stuff it up the hole
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| In your culture
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| Give me back the Berlin wall
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| Give me Stalin and St Paul
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| I’ve seen the future, brother:
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| It is murder
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| Things are going to slide
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| Slide in all directions
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| Won’t be nothing
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| Won’t be nothing
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| Nothing you can measure anymore
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| The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
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| Has crossed the threshold
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| And it has overturned the order of the soul
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| When they said (they said) repent (repent), repent
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| I wonder what they meant
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| When they said (they said) repent (repent), repent
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| I wonder what they meant
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| When they said (they said) repent (repent), repent
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| I wonder what they meant
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| You don’t know me from the wind
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| You never will, you never did
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| I’m the little jew
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| Who wrote the Bible
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| I’ve seen the nations rise and fall
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| I’ve heard their stories, heard them all
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| But love’s the only engine of survival
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| Your servant here, he has been told
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| To say it clear, and say it cold:
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| It’s over, it ain’t going any further
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| And now the wheels of heaven stop
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| You feel the devil’s riding crop
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| Get ready for the future: it is murder
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| And things are going to slide
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| Slide in all directions
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| Won’t be nothing
|
| Won’t be nothing
|
| Nothing you can measure anymore
|
| The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
|
| Has crossed the threshold
|
| And it has overturned the order of the soul
|
| When they said (they said) repent (repent), repent
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| I wonder what they meant
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| When they said (they said) repent (repent), repent
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| I wonder what they meant
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| When they said (they said) repent (repent), repent
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| I wonder what they meant
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| There’ll be the breaking of the ancient Western code
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| And your private life will suddenly explode
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| There’ll be phantoms, there’ll be fires on the road
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| And the white man dancing
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| You’ll see a woman hanging upside down
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| Her features covered by her fallen gown
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| And all the lousy little poets comin' round
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| Tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson, oh
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| And the white man dancin'
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| Give me back the Berlin wall
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| Give me Stalin and Saint Paul
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| Give me Christ or give me Hiroshima
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| Destroy another fetus now
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| We don’t like children anyhow
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| I’ve seen the future, baby: it is murder
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| And things are going to slide
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| Slide in all directions
|
| Won’t be nothing
|
| Won’t be nothing
|
| Nothing you can measure anymore
|
| The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
|
| Has crossed the threshold
|
| And it has overturned the order of the soul
|
| When they said (they said) repent (repent), repent
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| I wonder what they meant
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| When they said (they said), oh repent (repent), oh repent
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| I wonder what they meant
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| Yeah, when they said (they said) repent (repent), repent
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| I wonder what they meant
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| I wonder what they meant |