| The missile leaves the car
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| Flies through the windowpane
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| The mother and the child
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| Flee the ball of flame
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| And then we hear the siren song
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| Again, again, again
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| So we put on our headphones
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| And complete our retreat
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| I might just stop breathing
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| I might just stop keeping time
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| With the violins
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| Or I might come out swinging
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| And what if I sang out of key
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| With the violins?
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| They’re marching to your door
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| They’re waltzing through your firewall
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| They’re dancing to the beat
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| Of the Infernal Machine
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| They want to make a deal, they say
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| You know you can’t refuse
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| So we put on our make-up
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| And get down on the floor
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| I might just stop breathing
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| I might just stop keeping time
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| With the violins
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| I might just break dancing
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| I might just I break out of line
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| With the violins
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| And after the violins
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| Only more violins
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| No peace for the wicked
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| We know what needs to be done
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| But we’re frightened
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| And we don’t know
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| Are we strong enough?
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| Are we strong enough?
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| Are we strong enough?
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| Are we strong enough?
|
| The missile leaves the drone
|
| Flies through the windowpane
|
| The mother and the child
|
| Join the wall of flame
|
| And then we hear the siren song
|
| Again, again, again
|
| So we put on our headphones
|
| And complete our retreat
|
| I might just stop breathing
|
| I might just stop keeping time
|
| With the violins
|
| Or I might come out swinging
|
| And what if I sang out of key
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| Because the violins?
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| Because the violins |