| You’ve been under lock and key
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| In shady and suspicious company
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| Reduced to numbers
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| Since the day they turned our lives
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| Into a comprehensive list of whys
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| Desperately I live to clear your name
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| And I fear our world will never be the same
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| In the land of information we’re
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| Searching high and low to find the key
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| The hidden evidence — our only remedy
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| The land of information will wipe out all of your grand mistakes
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| And bring back the man that once was spotless
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| That’s all that it takes
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| Somewhere in the secret vaults
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| Lies a note predicting these assaults
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| Planned in details
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| To frame an innocent and shun publicity from what’s been going on
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| There’s a chance if I could break the code
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| To this encrypted and mendacious mother lode…
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| And the search goes on and on
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| I won’t rest until we’ve won
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| In the land of information we’re
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| Searching high and low to find the key
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| The hidden evidence — our only remedy
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| The land of information will wipe out all of your grand mistakes
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| And bring back the man that once was spotless
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| That’s all that it takes
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| And the search goes on and on
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| I won’t rest until we’ve won |