| I’ve seen their faces, at different places
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| They mingle with the crowds or hide away
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| Two slimy creatures, suspicious features
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| In camouflage they’re waiting to attack
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| They start their mission in sound and vision
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| And drag their victims to the hill of fear
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| Don’t tell me I’m insane
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| I’ve seen this human slaughter
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| And there will come the day
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| We’ll have to leave our vale
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| Hear our cry
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| Is there someone who can help us
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| Why tell me why
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| Do they bring us to a place called
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| Tunderdome — Tunderdome
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| In disaffection we watch the action
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| We take for granted what we’re living for
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| But unexpected and not accepted
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| Their power is increasing more and more
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| Don’t tell me I’m insane
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| I’ve seen this human slaughter
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| And there will come the day
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| We’ll have to leave our vale
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| Hear our cry
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| Is there someone who can help us
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| Why tell me why
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| Do they bring us to a place called
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| Tunderdome — Tunderdome
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| Tunderdome — Tunderdome
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| I smell the rotten bodies
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| No one’s left, everything’s so muddy
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| Give me hope to survive my future
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| Is this place diseased by creatures
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| Hear our cry
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| Is there someone who can help us
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| Why tell me why
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| Do they bring us to a place called |