| In the last decade of the 20th century
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| An event occurred in the lived and minds
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| Of a random few
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| It was an event of magical momentum
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| A building was erected
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| To house a dream of many
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| 3 dimensional sound
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| For these people
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| Who made sound their lives
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| This was a day of life changing quality
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| It was loud
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| I need I want I will
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| Pass it on, pass it on, pass it on Into the triangular parlot they went
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| The music entered them
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| Through their skin
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| Into their blood
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| Following their heart beat
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| The music became them
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| And they became it Off they went following a dirt desert path
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| A brand new beginning for lovers of sound
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| They had to pass it on
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| I need I want I will
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| I need I want I will
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| Pass it on Pass it on Pass it on The journey was not easy for them
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| On their path there was an obstactle
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| Down came the rain
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| And the H.R. Giger crane
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| It all tried to stop them
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| However they found the will
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| To find their way back home
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| To pass it on
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| I had a dream, I pass it on
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| I had a dream, I pass it on |