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20,000 Hands reached that foreign land |
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But they only touched a dream |
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Words were different then |
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He was cold again |
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Much too soon |
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It was obscene |
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The message was clear |
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That he laid down with his hands |
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To dead mindless embodiment |
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Of humanoid wax |
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Remember me |
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Ripcords pierce the sky |
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Fallout. All I love |
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They were waiting to be received |
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All of their minds |
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Were tuned into one mind |
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It was so terrible to conceive |
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40,000 Feet march out the exit door |
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Left purpose perfectly trite |
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And when they hit the streets |
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Their minds went blank again |
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They were searching for his name |
