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(N. Finn)the firelight plays on methe choir ignites behind methe rising voice of discontentall the guardian angelsyou can bang the drumlook what we've becomei hope there might be one of uswho calls the tunelast day of junethe so called third dimensionhardly deserves a mentionthe first and second stageshave been confused for agesknowledge has been losthow much does it costi hope there might be one of uswho calls the tunelast of junewho breaks the newslast day of junethe city draws it's breath ini can almost hear it thinkingthere are people within my wallssee their wild disorderdriving their machinesswarming like a million beesi hope there might be one of uswho calls the tunelast day of junewho speaks the truthlast day of junewho breaks the newslast day of june
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