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I met her in a restaurant A face that you will not forget A character you will not find In a thousand women you have met Here she comes with a load of
every little step you take every little move you make they're watching you they're watching you without respect for your life Everywhere are microphones
Thinking and learning Calculating and computing Reading, memorizing Talking and apologizing 3D and efficient Appraising this attitude Four steps, comprehend
Look at the all the politicians everyone is telling lies they always make promises which never will be fulfulled you can look to the left you can
I see you - with a gun in your eyes - insanity in my dreams - I run you follow me - I cannot stay I wonder what - has driven you to hunt me - into
I've had to leave But still can see you Almost every single day When desire overwhelms me But more important is What I can do Although I really want
We have to fire up the engines, supply them with coal And if we get too weak we are burned as fuel I have seen my comrades getting burned down here
I look toward the ocean see reflections on the water a glossy illumination of the city lights far out in the waves is the shape of a whale hear it singing
You always wanna' be the best It's a struggle without an end Running as fast as you can But you will never reach your goal It's the struggle of our
We sometimes want to be led by The hand of a higher creature So we just have to follow The direction of the navigator Follow me, just follow me!
The character which we need They live all in common And without self-interest But we kill them to get the cash Don't you think that is trash? We respect
A big crowd controlled by fear Always underestimated But beware of the time When they will break loose Why do we always forget That there are more of
My life is strange and tonight I feel the magic in the air like Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hide I'm living in a real nightmare my two worlds will collide I
I heard the high pitched keening A sound of pain and fear Someone unseen crying out A mourning call of loss I heard the cries past all hope Which sound