| Hello? |
| Hello?
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| Calling a Karl Projektorinski
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| To the front of the cathedral
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| You have won, dear sir
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| May I congratulate you first?
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| Oh, what an honor
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| Human, human of the year, and you won
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| Human, human of the year, and you won
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| Why are you so scared?
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| You stand there shaking in your pew
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| The icons are whispering to you
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| They’re just old men
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| Like on the benches in the park
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| Except their balding spots
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| Are glistening with gold
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| Human, human of the year, and you won
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| Human, human of the year, and you won
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| Ah, ah, ah, won…
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| You have won
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah
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| Outside the cars are beeping out a song just in your honor
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| And though they do not know it all mankind are now your brothers
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| And thus the cathedral had spoken wishing well to all us sinners
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| And with a sigh grew silent 'till next year’s big human winner
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| Outside the cars are beeping out a song just in your honor
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| And thought they do not know it all mankind are now your brothers
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| All mankind are now your brothers
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah
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| Hallelujah
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| Hello? |
| Hello?
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| Calling a Karl Projektorinski
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| To the front of the cathedral
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| You have won |