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This is not helping me at all
What you are doing here
In the name of God and love
It's the distribution of fear
Pyarmids, healing wires, analysts with fame
I haven't got your degree
And I forget your name

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Pick me up and put me on the ground
Set me up and spin me all around
No, you are not the one I wish to see

This is not he lying me at all
Where did we get this plan?
That you could give to me
What I might already have
Pyramids, healing wires, a musician's fame
I've lunteered you my eyes
In place of facing me

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Oh, Hitler, in a robe of truth
My emptiness has built your altar
And I've worshipped myself in you forever
Until now!
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