| The killing revelation
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| This life is made of numbers and time
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| Still, we’re breathing after dawn
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| If two and two were dancers
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| Then, they would move across the floor
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| Altogether, hand in hand
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| Mother dear
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| We worry, we worry, we worry
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| Mother dear, we’ve lost control
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| Look outside, we’re fighting
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| We’re fighting, we’re fighting
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| Mother dear, what shall we do?
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| The killing generation
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| Their lives abide by numbers and time
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| Still, we’re breathing through the dawn
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| If two and two were dancers
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| Then, they would move across the floor
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| Altogether, hand in hand
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| Mother dear
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| You’re sleeping, you’re sleeping, you’re sleeping
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| Mother dear, open your eyes
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| How to love?
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| We’re asking, we’re asking, we’re asking
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| Mother dear, why are you here? |