In the morning they will raise - the hour has come
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They will be crowded into a concrete hall
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A hundred shaved naked us
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Turn off the light, turn on the gas
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Recount, lock the door
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And randomly blink away a tear
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Two hundred tired dark eyes
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Turn off the light, turn on the gas
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Turn off the light, turn on the gas
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Turn off the light, turn on the gas
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Turn off the light
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We will stay with you in bright dreams
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With pajama numbers on hooks
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We always died, don't be sad
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With numbers pajamas are empty again
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empty again
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This one cried, that one sang
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Hundreds of bodies took hands
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Let's fuse a hundred souls into one and at once
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Turn off the light, turn on the gas
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Dream, change, lie, love
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Morning dawns cool to drink
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There will be someone better than us
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Turn off the light, turn on the gas
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Turn off the light, turn on the gas
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Turn off the light, turn on the gas
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Turn off the light
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We will stay with you in bright dreams
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With pajama numbers on hooks
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We always died, don't be sad
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With numbers pajamas are empty again
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We will stay with you in bright dreams
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With pajama numbers on hooks
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We always died, don't be sad
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With numbers pajamas are empty again
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empty again
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Like it or not, a little small
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This concrete dark hall
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A hundred shaved naked us
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Turn off the light, turn on the gas
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Turn off the light, turn on the gas
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Turn off the light, turn on the gas
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Turn off the light
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We will stay with you in bright dreams
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With pajama numbers on hooks
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We always died, don't be sad
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With numbers pajamas are empty again
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We will stay with you in bright dreams
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With pajama numbers on hooks
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We always died, don't be sad
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With numbers pajamas are empty again
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empty again
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empty again
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empty again
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empty again
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empty again |