| Death to brains, death to sorrow
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| Turn the lights off and wait for tomorrow
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| Brains of metal wait to arise
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| Calling dusty corpses to show up
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| (John Doe:)
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| Don’t wanna wait a minute
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| I need some space to escape
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| Livin' in a dark hole
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| Blind on a dead end street
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| The angel appears to the scene and feels sympathy for John Doe and wants to
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| Help (?!) him
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| (The Angel:)
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| Oh, there’s a sign
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| Just follow it, don’t be afraid
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| It shows the way life’s really like
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| Avoid the everlasting pain!
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| (Machine:)
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| Alright, a very good trick! |
| Just sit and relax with Mary Chain (haha)
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| The Angel doesn’t like the computerbrain who wants to connect everyone to
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| Itself. |
| Everybody should have a dream that can be accomplished. |
| She tears John
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| From his shell willing to give him a hint of «another day». |
| John doesn’t
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| Hesitate a moment: they rush away! |
| The computerbrain is left behind wondering
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| What really happened…
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| (Machine:)
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| (Hey!) Where did you go! |
| I thought I could reach you
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| But my metal computer mind can’t locate you anymore!
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| (I can’t let you go)
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| John Doe is taken over by a strange emotion. |
| The computerbrain notices it and
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| Proceeds to hunt him down… It doesn’t want to let it’s beloved slave out of
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| Sight. |
| And besides, it is possessive as well as curious… The plot thickens
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| (John Doe:)
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| Look, what fun
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| Brightness, stability
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| And look, I will flee
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| There’s free space in my eyes…
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| (Machine:)
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| The breast of unknown
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| The breathing space
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| No civilized lies
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| The breast of the world
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| Fortune, fabulous, challenge the bridge, white innocence calls
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| The breast of the world, come to me!
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| (The Angel:)
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| Oh, there’s a sign
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| Just follow it, don’t be afraid
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| It shows the way life’s really like
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| Avoid the everlasting pain!
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| THE BREAST OF THE WORLD
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| (John Doe:)
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| Come to me, the breast of the world, come to me, … |