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Walking across the sitting-room, I turn the television off
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Sitting beside you, I look into your eyes
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As the sound of motorcars fades in the night time
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I swear I saw your face change, it didn't seem quite right
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And it's "hello babe, with your guardian eyes so blue
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Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true"
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Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies
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Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright
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Six saintly shrouded men move across the lawn slowly
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The seventh walks in front, with a cross held high in hand
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And it's "hey babe, your supper's waiting for you
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Hey my baby, don't you know our love is true?"
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I've been so far from here
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Far from your warm arms
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It's good to feel you again
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It's been a long long time (Hasn't it?)
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I know a farmer who looks after the farm
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With water clear, he cares for all his harvest
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I know a fireman who looks after the fire
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You, can't you see he's fooled you all
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Yes, he's here again
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Share his peace, sign the lease
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He's a supersonic scientist
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He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man
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Look, look into my mouth he cries
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And all the children lost down many paths
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I bet my life you'll walk inside
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Hand in hand
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Gland in gland
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With a spoonful of miracle
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He's the guaranteed eternal sanctuary...
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(We will rock you, rock you little snake, we will keep you snug and warm)
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Wearing feelings on our faces while our faces took a rest
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We walked across the fields to see the children of the West
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But we saw a host of dark-skinned warriors standing still below the ground
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Waiting for battle
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The fight's begun, they've been released
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Killing foe for peace
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Bang, bang, bang; bang, bang, bang
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And they've given me a wonderful potion
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'Cause I cannot contain my emotion
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And even though I'm feeling good
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Something tells me I'd better activate my prayer capsule
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Today's a day to celebrate, the foe have met their fate
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The order for rejoicing and dancing has come from our warlord
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Wandering in the chaos the battle has left
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We climb up the mountain of human flesh
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To a plateau of green grass, and green trees full of life
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A young figure sits still by a pool
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He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
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He is you
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Social Security took care of this lad
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We watch in reverence, as Narcissus is turned to a flower
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A flower?
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If you go down to Willow Farm
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To look for butterflies,
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flutterbyes,
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gutterflies
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Open your eyes, it's full of surprise
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Everyone lies, like the fox on the rocks
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And the musical box
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Oh, there's Mum and Dad, and good and bad
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And everyone's happy to be here
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He used to be a British flag, plastic bag, what a drag
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The frog was a prince
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The prince was a brick, the brick was an egg, the egg was a bird
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(Fly away you sweet little thing, they're hard on your tail)
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Hadn't you heard? (they're going to change you into a human being!)
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Yes, we're happy as fish
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And gorgeous as geese
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And wonderfully clean in the morning
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We've got everything, we're growing everything
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We've got some in, we've got some out
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We've got some wild things floating about
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Everyone, we're changing everyone
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You name them all, we've had them here
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And the real stars are still to appear
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(All change!)
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Feel your body melt
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Mum to mud to mad to dad
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Dad diddley office, Dad diddley office
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You're all full of ball
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Dad to dam to dumb to mum
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Mum diddley washing, Mum diddley washing
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You're all full of ball
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Let me hear your lies, we're living this up to the eyes
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Ooh, aah, na-na-na
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Momma I want you now
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And as you listen to my voice
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To look for hidden doors, tidy floors, more applause
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You've been here all the time
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Like it or not, like what you got
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You're under the soil (the soil, the soil)
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Yes, deep in the soil (the soil, the soil, the soil!)
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So we'll end with a whistle
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And end with a bang
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And all of us fit in our places
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With the guards of Magog, swarming around
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The Pied Piper takes his children underground
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Dragons coming out of the sea
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Shimmering silver head of wisdom looking at me
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He brings down the fire from the skies
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You can tell he's doing well by the look in human eyes
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Better not compromise, it won't be easy
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666 is no longer alone
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He's getting out the marrow in your backbone
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And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll
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Gonna blow right down inside your soul
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Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon
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In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand-new tune
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And it's "hey my baby, don't you know our love is true?"
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I've been so far from here
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Far from your loving arms
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Now I'm back again
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And babe, it's gonna work out fine
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Can't you feel our souls ignite?
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Shedding ever-changing colours
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In the darkness of the fading night
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Like the river joins the ocean
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As the germ in a seed grows
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We have finally been freed to get back home
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There's an angel standing in the sun
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And he's crying with a loud voice
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"This is the supper of the mighty one"
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Lord of Lords, King of Kings
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Has returned to lead his children home
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To take them to the new Jerusalem
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