| What’s that sound?
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| Like an aeroplane coming down
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| Like every banshee in every hill
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| Uniting in one diabolical yell
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| They said we’re eight miles down
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| And we’re eight miles down
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| We don’t know much but we know what we like
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| A particular chord when you strike it just right
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| This is the brain
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| It’s the center of all our pain
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| Where every banshee in every hill
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| Is uniting in one diabolical yell.
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| They said we’re eight miles down
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| And we’re eight miles down
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| We don’t know much but we know what we like
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| A particular chord when you strike it just right
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| We’ve been here all along
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| We sing our lonely song
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| First in on every sigh
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| Lions and tigers and bears oh my
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| Stop making a stand
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| (turn it up turn it up)
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| Take matters in hand
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| (turn it up turn it up)
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| We’ve sung the first hit already, flip it over again
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| (turn it up turn it up)
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| We’re eight miles down
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| We’re eight miles down
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| We don’t know much but me we know what we like
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| A particular chord when you strike it just right
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| First in on every sigh
|
| Lions and tigers and bears oh my
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| Stop making a stand
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| (turn it up turn it up)
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| Take matters in hand
|
| (turn it up turn it up)
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| We’ve sung the first hit already, flip it over again
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| (turn it up turn it up turn it up turn in up turn it up!)
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| Stop making a stand
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| (turn it up turn it up)
|
| Take matters in hand
|
| (turn it up turn it up)
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| Here we are at the end already, flip it over again
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| (turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it up turn it…) |