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The people's key
Ringing through arena seats
The black machine
Played it all from memory
A fever dream
I'll come back eventually
To wade into the water
Another and another
We go
Form some kind of code
The bodies float
And form some kind of code
The bodies float
Someone ought to know, oh
Papa Hobo, don't hide your eyes
Mother Mountain, don't kill your unborn child
His day is coming
His day is coming
A question burns
Beneath the centuries of dirt
That voice you've heard
Every head's a different world
Where mine's concerned
I boarded up the windows
A catatonic plateau
A backwards, black-faced minstrel show
"So just let me go"
The prisoner moans
"Oh, just let me go"
The prisoner moans
"No one has to know", oh
Eva Braun went to dye her hair
Little Hitler sat in his giant's chair
And dreamed of nowhere
And dreamed of nowhere
And dreamed
The people's key
Ringing, filling everything
The theme repeats
Thinner than the galaxy
Impart to me
Your wisdom and eventually
I'll float into the ether
Another from another
We grow
Form some kind of code
Of flesh and bone
Form some kind of code
Of flesh and bone
No, you're not alone, oh
History bows and it steps aside
In the jungle, there's columns of purple light
We're starting over
We're starting over
We're starting
We're starting
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