| Now you’re out of the picture
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| And the picture off the wall
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| And the walls are gone from the temple
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| And the temple’s gonna fall
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| And the fall surrenders to winter
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| And the winter lays waste to the land
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| And the land sinks deep into nothing
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| And it’s nothing we can understand
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| But somehow the tigers came back from the dead
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| And somehow the century was all in your head
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| When I heard all the spirit was a million to one
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| But from the mountain top I took down the sun
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| And they paint you back into the picture
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| And the picture goes viral online
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| In a world where a virus is really the world
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| Where burning dogs laugh «This is fine.»
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| So be the red hot miracle among cosmonauts
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| Be the haunting of the launching pad
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| Finally, finally it’s here
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| Your excuse to go permanently mad
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| So grab the biggest rock you can find
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| And go pulping the century of your mind
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| And scream I am absolute zero
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| Yes I am absolute zero
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| Scream I am absolute zero
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| And I celebrate
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| Democracy is slightly immortal
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| So we can take a little risk
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| And this’ll do wonders for business
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| Said the snake charmer to the basilisk
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| Now I am out of the picture
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| That was worth a thousand words
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| Where there once wept a thousand people
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| There now fly a thousand birds
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| Hurrah hurrah hurrah
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| Come on, Celebrate |