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For the first time ever, here's the complete video history of every one of Iron Maiden's promotional clips from 1980 through to their headlining performance at Rock In Rio 2001. Running for over 180 minutes, Visions Of The Beast documents the band's phenomenal career spanning over 30 hit singles and 50 million album sales. Included in this two disc set is over 40 minutes of bonus material and hidden extras, including never before seen Camp Chaos animated versions of six classic tracks, interactive menus and discography, to make Visions Of The Beast the most concise and entertaining collection of defining moments from the inspirational and hugely influential Metal legends. |
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(G. Macainsh) |
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Beehive hairdo, 45 on the hip, patrolwoman Saunders don't you give her no lip |
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Took me to the station for a breath test, then back to the bedroom for some house arrest |
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Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold |
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Women in uniform, but oh they feel so warm |
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Coming back to London on a 747, stewardess made me like I'm in heaven |
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Looking up the aisle to see what I could see, she leaned over said "give it to me" |
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White apron brown leather shoes, the nurse at the clinic left my heart all bruised |
| Gave me a massage sprained my right, now she takes my temperature every night |
| Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold |
| Women in uniform, but oh they feel so warm |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Commando raid on the Lebanese border, sergeant Anita she gives the order |
| Khaki jacket and a love gun, baby I surrender let's have some fun |
| Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold |
| Women in uniform, but oh they feel so warm |
| Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold |
| Women in uniform, but oh they feel so warm |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Women in uniform, khaki white and blue |
| Women in uniform, coming after you |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Women in uniform, women in uniform |
| Women in uniform, sometimes they look so cold |
| Women in uniform, but oh they feel so warm |
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(Harris) |
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I was born into a scene of angriness and greed of dominance and persecution |
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My mother was a queen my dad I've never seen I was never meant to be |
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Now I spend my time looking all around, for a man that's nowhere to be found |
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Until I find him I've never gonna stop searching |
| I'm going to find my man, gonna travel round |
| Cos I'm a wrathchild |
| Yeah I'm a wrathchild |
| Well I'm a wrathchild |
| I'm coming to get you |
| Ooh yeah yeah |
| Some say it shouldn't matter ain't nothing gonna alter the course of my destination |
| But I know I've gotta find some serious piece of mind or I know I'll just go crazy |
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Now I spend my time looking all around, for a man that's nowhere to be found |
| Until I find him I've never gonna stop searching |
| I'm going to find my man, gonna travel round |
| Cos I'm a wrathchild |
| Yeah I'm a wrathchild |
| Well I'm a wrathchild |
| I'm coming to get you |
| Ooh yeah yeah |
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(Harris) |
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White man came across the sea, brought us pain and misery |
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Killed our tribes killed our creed, took our game for his own need |
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We fought him hard we fought him well, out on the plains we gave him hell |
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But many came too much for Cree, oh will we ever be set free? |
| Riding through dustclouds and barren wastes, galloping hard on the plains |
| Chasing the redskins back to their holes, fighting them at their own game |
| Murder for freedom the stab in the back, women and children and cowards attack |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Soldier blue in the barren wastes, hunting and killing their game |
| Raping the women and wasting the men, the only good Indians are tame |
| Selling them whiskey and taking their gold, enslaving the young and destroying the old |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
| Run to the hills, run for your lives |
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(Harris) |
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I left alone my mind was black, I needed time to get the memories from my mind |
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What did I see can I believe, that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy |
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Just what I saw in my old dreams, were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me |
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Cos in my dreams it's always there, the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair |
| The night was black was no use holding back, cos I just had to see was someone watching me |
| In the mist dark figures move and twist, was this all for real or some kind of hell |
| 666 the number of the beast |
| Hell and fire was spawned to be released |
| Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised, as they start to cry hands held to the sky |
| In the night the fires burning bright, the ritual has begun Satan's work is done |
| 666 the number of the beast |
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Sacrifice is going on tonight |
| This can't go on I must inform the law, can this still be real or some crazy dream |
| But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes, they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes |
| 666 the number of the beast |
| 666 the one for you and me |
| I'm coming back I will return, and I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn |
| I have the fire I have the force, I have the power to make my evil takes its course |
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(Smith/Dickinson) |
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As the sun breaks above the ground, an old man stands on the hill |
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As the ground warms to the first rays of light, a birdsong shatters the still |
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His eyes are ablaze, see the madman in his gaze |
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Fly on your way, like an eagle |
| Fly as high the sun |
| On your way like an eagle |
| Fly and touch the sun |
| Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears, looks the old man in the eye |
| As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd, "in the name of God my father I fly" |
| His eyes seem so glazed, as he flies on the wings of a dream |
| Now he knows his father betrayed, now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave |
| Fly on your way, like an eagle |
| Fly as high as the sun |
| On your way like an eagle |
| Fly as high as the sun |
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(Harris) |
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You'll take my life but I'll take yours too |
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You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through |
| So when you're waiting for the next attack |
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You' d better stand there's no turning back |
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The Bugle sounds and the charge begins |
| But on this battlefield no one wins |
| The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath |
| As I plunge on into certain death |
| The horse he sweats with fear we break to run |
| The mighty roar of the Russian guns |
| And as we race towards the human wall |
| The screams of pain as my comrades fall |
| We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground |
| And the Russians fire another round |
| We get so near yet so far away |
| We won't live to fight another day |
| We get so close near enough to fight |
| When a Russian gets me in his sights |
| He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow |
| A burst of rounds take my horse below |
| And as I lay there gazing at the sky |
| My body's numb and my throat is dry |
| And as I lay forgotten and alone |
| Without a tear I draw my parting groan |
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(Smith/Dickinson) |
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Kill for gain or shoot to maim, but we don't need a reason |
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The Golden Goose is on the loose, and never out of season |
| Blackened pride still burns inside, this shell of bloody treason |
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Here's my gun for a barrel of fun, for the love of living death |
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The killer's on the loose or the Demon's seed, the glamour, the fortune, the pain |
| Go to war again blood is freedom's stain, don't you pray fro my soul anymore |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| The hands that threaten doom |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| To kill the unborn in the womb |
| The blind men shout let the creatures out, we'll show the unbelievers |
| the Napalm screams of human flames, of a prime time Belsen feast...YEAH |
| As the reasons for the carnage cut their meat and lick the gravy |
| We oil the jaws of the war machine, and fee it with our babies |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| The hands that threaten doom |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| To kill the unborn in the womb |
| The body bags and little rags of children torn in two |
| And the jellied brains of those who remain to put the finger right on you |
| As the madmen play on words and make us all dance to their song |
| To the tune of starving millions to make a better kind of gun |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| The hands that threaten doom |
| 2 minutes to midnight |
| To kill the unborn in the womb |
| Midnight...all night... |
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(Harris) |
| There goes the siren that warns of the air raid, then comes the sound of the guns sending flak |
| Out for the scramble we've got to get airborne, got to get up for the coming attack |
| Jump in the cockpit and start up the engines, remove all the wheel blocks there's no time to waste |
| Gathering speed as we head down the runway, gotta airborne before it's too late |
| Running, scrambling, flying |
| Rolling, turning, diving, going in again |
| Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die |
| Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high |
| Move in to fire at the mainstream of bombers, let off a sharp burst and then turn away |
| Roll over spin round to come in behind them, move to their blindsides and firing again |
| Bandits at 8 o'clock move in behind us, ten ME-109's out of the sun |
| Ascending and turning our spitfires to face them, heading straight for them I press down my guns |
| Rolling, turning, diving |
| Rolling, turning, diving, going in again |
| Rolling, turning, diving |
| Rolling, turning, diving |
| Run, live to fly, fly to live, do or die |
| Won't you run, live to fly, fly to live, aces high |
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(Smith) |
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From the coast of gold across the seven seas |
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I'm travellin' on far and wide |
| But now it all seems I'm just a stranger to myself |
| And all the things I sometimes do it isn't me but someone else |
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I close my eyes and think of home |
| Another city goes by in the night |
| Ain't it funny how it is, You never miss it 'til it's gone away |
| And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my dying day |
| So understand |
| Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years |
| Face up make your stand and realise you're living in the golden years |
| Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind |
| Can't ease this pain so easily |
| When you can't find the words to say it's hard to make it through another day |
| And it just makes me wanna cry and throw my hands up to the sky |
| So understand |
| Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years |
| Face up make your stand and realise you're living in the golden years |
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(Smith) |
| Was many years ago that I left home and came this way |
| I was a young man full of hopes and dreams |
| But now it seems that all is lost and nothing gained |
| Sometimes things ain't what they seem |
| No brave new world, no brave new world |
| Night and day I scan horizon sea and sky |
| My spirit wanders endlessly |
| Until the day will dawn and friends from home discover why |
| Hear me calling rescue me |
| Set me free, set me free |
| Lost in this place and leave no trace |
| Stranger in a strange land |
| Land of ice and snow |
| Trapped inside this prison |
| Lost and far from home |
| One hundred years have gone and men again they came that way |
| To find the answer to the mystery |
| They found his body lying where it fell that day |
| Preserved in time for all to see |
| No brave new world, no brave new world |
| Lost in this place, to leave no trace |
| What became of the men that started |
| All are gone and their souls departed |
| Left me here in this place |
| So all alone |
| Stranger in a strange land |
| Land of ice and snow |
| Trapped inside this prison |
| Lost and far from home |
| What became of the men that started |
| All are gone and their souls departed |
| Left me here in this place |
| So all alone |
| Stranger in a strange land |
| Land of ice and snow |
| Trapped inside this prison |
| Lost and far from home |
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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris) |
| Can I play with madness |
| Give me the sense to wonder, to wonder if I'm free |
| Give me a sense of wonder, to know I can be |
| Give me the strength to hold my head up, spit back in their face |
| Don't need no key to unlock the door, gonna break down the walls |
| Break out of this bad place |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked and laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
| I screamed aloud to the old man, I said don't lie don't say you don't know |
| I say you'll pay for your mischief, in this world or the next |
| Oh and then he fixed me with a freezing glance, and the hell fires raged in his eyes |
| He said do you want to know the truth son - I'll tell you the truth |
| Your soul's gonna burn in the lake of fire |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked at he laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet stared at his crystal ball |
| Can I play with madness - there's no vision there at all |
| Can I play with madness - the prophet looked at he laughed at me |
| Can I play with madness - he said you're blind too blind to see |
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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris) |
| Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade |
| Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with the slaughter of innocence |
| But I will pray for her, I will call her name out loud |
| I would bleed for her, if I could see her now |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Oh - balancing on a ledge |
| Oh - balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do live on and on |
| Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems |
| The seventh lamb slain the book of life opens before me |
| And I will pray for you, some day I may return |
| I would die for you, beyond is where I learn |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| Living on a razors edge |
| Balancing on a ledge |
| Living on a razors edge |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil that men do lives on and on |
| The evil, the evil, the evil that men do |
| The evil, the evil, the evil that men do |
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(Harris) |
| Feel the sweat break on my brow |
| Is it me or is it shadows that are dancing on the walls |
| Is this a dream or is it mow |
| Is this a vision or normality I see before my eyes |
| I wonder why I wonder how |
| That it seems the powers getting stronger every day |
| I feel a strength an inner fire |
| But I'm scared I won't be able to control it anymore |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| There's a time to live and there's a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| Just by looking through your eyes |
| He could see the future penetrating right in through your mind |
| See the truth and see your lies |
| But for all his power couldn't foresee his own demise |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying |
| There's a time to live and a time to die |
| When it's time to meet the maker |
| There's a time to live but isn't it strange |
| That as soon as you're born you're dying... |
| ...and reborn again |
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(Harris) |
| Infinite dreams I can't deny them, infinity is hard to comprehend |
| I couldn't hear those screams, even in my wildest dreams |
| Suffocation waking in a sweat |
| Scared to fall asleep again, in case the dream begins again |
| Someone chasing I cannot move, standing rigid a nightmare's statue |
| What a dream when will it end, and will I transcend? |
| Restless sleep the minds in turmoil, one nightmare ends another fertile |
| Getting to me so scared to sleep, but scared to wake now in too deep |
| Even though its reached new heights, I rather like the restless nights |
| It makes me wonder it makes me think, there's more to this I'm on the brink |
| It's not the fear of what's beyond, It's just that I might not respond |
| I have an interest almost craving, but would I like to get too far in? |
| It can't all be coincidence, too many things are evident |
| You tell me you're an unbeliever, spiritualist? well me I'm neither |
| But wouldn't you like to know the truth |
| Of what's out there to have the proof |
| And find out just which side you're on |
| Where would you end in Heaven or in Hell? |
| Help me, help me to find my true self without seeing the future |
| Save me, save me from torturing myself even within my dreams |
| There's got to be just more to it than this, or tell me why do we exist |
| I'd like to think that when I die, I'd get a chance another time |
| And to return and live again, reincarnate play the game |
| Again and again and again |
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(Harris/Dickinson) |
| Believe in me - send us money, died on the cross and that ain't funny |
| But my so called friends are making me a joke |
| They missed out what I said like I never spoke |
| They choose what they wanna hear - they don't tell a lie |
| They just leave out the truth as they're watching you die |
| Saving your soul by taking your money, flies around shit bees around honey |
| Holy smoke, Holy smoke |
| Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke |
| Feed 'em in feet first this is no joke |
| This is thirsty work making holy smoke |
| Jimmy Reptile and all his friends, say they gonna be with you at the end |
| Burning records burning books, holy soldiers Nazi looks |
| Crocodile smiles just wait a while |
| Till the TV Queen gets her make up clean |
| I've lived in filth I've lived in sin |
| And I still smell cleaner than the shit you're in |
| Holy smoke, Holy smoke |
| Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke |
| Feed 'em feet first this is no joke |
| This is thirsty work making holy smoke |
| They ain't religious but they ain't no fools, when Noah built his Cadillac it was cool |
| Two by two they're still going down, and the satellite circus just left town |
| I think they're strange and when they're dead |
| They can have a Lincoln for their bed |
| Friend of the President - trick of the tail |
| Now they ain't got a prayer - 100 years in jail |
| Holy smoke, Holy smoke |
| Plenty bad preachers for the Devil to stoke |
| Feed 'em in feet first |
| This is thirsty work making holy smoke |
| Holy smoke |
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(Harris/Dickinson) |
| Trace your way back 50 years, to the glow of Dresden - blood and tears |
| In the black above my cruel searchlight, men will die and men will fight - yeah |
| Who shot who and who fired first, dripping death to whet the blood thirst |
| No radar lock on - skin and bone, the bomber boys are coming home |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Nail that Focker kill that son, gonna blow your guts out with my gun |
| The weather forecasts good for war, Cologne and Frankfurt have some more |
| Tail end Charlie in the boiling sky, the Enola Gay is my last try |
| Now that this tail gunner's gone, no more Bombers (just one big bomb) |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
| Climb into the sky never wonder why - tail gunner |
| You're a tail gunner |
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(Dickinson) |
| Honey it's getting close to midnight, and all the myths are still in town |
| True love and lipstick on your linen, bite the pillow make no sound |
| If there's some living to be done, before your life becomes your tomb |
| You'd better know that I'm the one, so unchain your back door and invite me around |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Honey it's getting close to daybreak, the sun is creeping in the sky |
| No patent remedies for heartache, just empty words and humble pie |
| So get down on your knees honey, assume an attitude |
| You just pray that I'll be waiting, 'cos you know I'm coming soon |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| So pick up your foolish pride, no going back |
| No where no way no place to hide |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter |
| Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter |
| Bring me your daughter, fetch your daughter |
| To the slaughter |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Bring me your daughter, bring me your daughter to the slaughter |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| Let her go, let her go, let her go |
| I'm coming to get ya |
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(Dickinson/Gers) |
| Covered in sinners and dripping with guilt |
| Making your money from slime and from filth |
| Parading your bellies in ivory towers |
| Investing our lives in your schemes and your powers |
| You got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| You've got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| See...what's ruling all our lives |
| See...who's pulling the strings |
| See...what's ruling all our lives |
| See...who pulls the strings |
| I bet you won't fall flat on your face |
| Your belly will hold you in place |
| The serpent is crawling inside of your ear |
| He says you must vote for what you want to hear |
| Don't matter what's wrong as long you're alright |
| Pull yourself stupid and rob yourself blind |
| You got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| You've got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| You got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| You've got to watch them - be quick or be dead |
| Snake eyes in heaven - the thief in your head |
| Be quick |
| Or be dead |
| Be quick |
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(Harris) |
| She fell in love with his greasy machine, she leaned over wiped his kick-start clean |
| She'd never seen the beast before, but she left there wanting more more more |
| But when she was walking on down the road, she heard a sound that made her heart explode |
| He whispered to her to get on the back, I'll take you on a ride from here to eternity |
| Hell ain't a bad place |
| Hell is from here to eternity |
| Hell ain't a bad place |
| Hell is from here to eternity |
| She must be having one of her crazy dreams, she'd never sat on a piece so mean |
| It made her feel like she's on cloud nine, she even thought she heard the engine sigh |
| But like all dreams they come to an end, they took a tumble at the devil's bend |
| The beast and Charlotte they were two of a kind, They'd always take the line from here to eternity |
| Hell ain't a bad place |
| Hell is from here to eternity |
| Hell ain't a bad place |
| Hell is from here to eternity |
| Hell ain't a bad place |
| Hell is from here to eternity |
| Hell ain't a bad place |
| Hell is from here to eternity |
| Hell ain't a bad place |
| Hell is from here to eternity |
| Hell ain't a bad place |
| Hell is from here to eternity |
| Hell ain't a bad place |
| Hell is from here to eternity |
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(Dickinson/Gers) |
| Maybe one day I'll be an honest man, up till now I'm doing the best I can |
| Long roads long days of sunrise to sunset, sunrise to sunset |
| Dream on brother while you can, dream on sister I hope you find the one |
| All of our lives, covered up quickly by the tides of time |
| Spend your days full of emptiness |
| Spend your years full of loneliness |
| Wasting love, in a desperate caress |
| Rolling shadows of nights |
| Dream on brother while you can, dream on sister I hope you find the one |
| All of our lives covered up quickly by the tides of time |
| Sands are flowing and the lines are in your hand |
| In your eyes I see the hunger, and the desperate cry that tears the night |
| Spend your days full of emptiness |
| Spend your years full of loneliness |
| Wasting love, in a desperate caress |
| Rolling shadows of nights |
| Spend your days full of emptiness |
| Spend your years full of loneliness |
| Wasting love, in a desperate caress |
| Rolling shadows of nights |
| Spend your days full of emptiness |
| Spend your days full of loneliness |
| Wasting love, in a desperate caress |
| Rolling shadows of nights |
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(Harris) |
| I am a man who walks alone, and when I'm walking a dark road |
| At night, or strolling through the park |
| When the light begins to change, I sometimes feel a little strange |
| A little anxious when it's dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Have you run your fingers down the wall, and have you felt your neck skin crawl |
| When you're searching for the light |
| Sometimes when you're scared to take a look, at the corner of the room |
| You've sensed that something's watching you |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Have you ever been alone at night, thought you heard footsteps behind |
| And turned around and no-one's there |
| And as you quicken up your pace, you find it hard to look again |
| Because you're sure there's someone there |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| Watching horror films the night before, debating witches and folklore |
| The unknown troubles on your mind |
| Maybe your mind is playing tricks, you sense and suddenly eyes fix |
| On dancing shadows from behind |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a constant fear that something's always near |
| Fear of the dark, fear of the dark |
| I have a phobia that someone's always there |
| When I'm walking a dark road |
| I am a man who walks alone |
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(Harris) |
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I'm waiting in my cold cell when the bell begins to chime |
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Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time |
| Cos at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows Pole |
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The sands of time for me are running low |
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When the priest comes to read me the last rites |
| I take a look through the bars at the last sights |
| Of a world that has gone very wrong for me |
| Can it be there's been some sort of error |
| Hard to stop the surmounting terror |
| Is it really the end not some crazy dream |
| Somebody please tell me that I'm dreaming |
| It's not so easy to stop from screaming |
| But words escape me when I try to speak |
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Tears they flow but why am I crying |
| After all I'm not afraid of dying |
| Don't I believe that there never is an end |
| As the guards march me out to the courtyard |
| Someone calls from a cell "God be with you" |
| If there's a God then why has he let me die? |
| As I walk all my life drifts before me |
| And though the end is near I'm not sorry |
| Catch my soul cos it's willing to fly away |
| Mark my words please believe my soul lives on |
| Please don't worry now that I have gone |
| I've gone beyond to see the truth |
| When you know that your time is close at hand |
| Maybe then you'll begin to understand |
| Life down there is just a strange illusion |
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(Bayley/Gers) |
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IM |
| The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles |
| The car is an oven and baking is wild |
| Nothing is ever the way it should be |
| What we deserve we just don't get you see |
| IM |
| A briefcase a lunch and a man on the edge |
| Each step gets closer to losing his head |
| Is someone in heaven are they looking down |
| Nothing is fair just you look around |
| IM |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| IM |
| He's sick of waiting of lying like this |
| There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss |
| Branded a leper because you don't fit |
| In the land of the free you just live by your wits |
| IM |
| Once he built missiles a nation's defence |
| Now he can't even get birthday presents |
| Across the city he leaves in his wake |
| A glimpse of the future a cannibal state |
| IM |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| IM |
| The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles |
| The car is an oven and baking is wild |
| Nothing is ever the way it should be |
| What we deserve we just don't get you see |
| IM |
| A briefcase a lunch and a man on the edge |
| Each step gets closer to losing his head |
| Is someone in heaven are they looking down |
| Nothing is fair just you look around |
| IM |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
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(Harris) |
| I lie awake at night I wipe the sweat from my brow, but it's not the fear 'cos I'd rather go now |
| Trying to visualise the horrors that will lay ahead, the desert sand mound a burial ground |
| When it comes to the time, are we partners in crime |
| When it comes to the time, we'll be ready to die |
| God let us go now and finish what's to be done, thy kingdom come, thy shall be done...on an oath |
| Trying to justify to ourselves the reasons to go, should we live and let live, forget or forgive |
| But how can we let go on this way, the reign of terror corruption must end |
| And we know deep down there's no other way, no trust no reasoning no more to say |
| Afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid, afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid to shoot strangers |
| Afraid to shoot strangers |
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(Harris/Gers) |
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IM |
| I don't care for this world anymore, I just want to live my own fantasy |
| Fate has brought us to these shores, what was meant to be is now happening |
| IM |
| I've found that I like this living in danger |
| Living on edge it feels it makes me feel as one |
| Who cares now what's right or wrong it's reality |
| Killing so we survive, wherever we may roam |
| Wherever we may hide, we've got to get away |
| IM |
| I don't want existence to end, we must prepare ourselves for the elements |
| I just want to feel like we're strong, we don't need a code of morality |
| IM |
| I like all the mixed emotion and anger |
| It brings out the animal the power you can feel |
| And feeling so high on this much adrenalin |
| Excited but scary to believe what we've become |
| IM |
| Saints and sinners, something within us, we are lord of the flies |
| Saints and sinners, something willing us, to be lord of the flies |
| IM |
| Saints and sinners, something within us, we are lord of the flies |
| Saints and sinners, something willing us, to be lord of the flies |
| IM |
| Saints and sinners, something within us, we are lord of the flies |
| Saints and sinners, something willing us, to be lord of the flies |
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(Harris/Gers/Murray/Bayley) |
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IM |
| There's an evil virus that's threatening mankind |
| Not state of the art, a serious state of the mind |
| The muggers the backstabbers the two faced elite |
| A menace to society a social disease |
| IM |
| Rape of the mind is a social disorder, the cynics the apathy one up man ship order |
| IM |
| Watching beginnings of social decay |
| Gloating or seering at life's disarray |
| Eating away at your own self esteem |
| Pouncing on every word that you might be saying |
| IM |
| Rape of the mind is a social disorder, the cynics the apathy one up man ship order |
| IM |
| Superficially smiling a shake of the hand as soon as the back is turned treachery is planned |
| IM |
| Rape of the mind is a social disorder, the cynics the apathy one up man ship order |
| IM |
| Watching beginnings of social decay gloating or seering...at life's disarray |
| IM |
| When every good thing's laid to waste |
| By all the jealousy and hate |
| By all the acid wit and rapier lies |
| IM |
| And every time you think you're safe |
| And when you go to turn away |
| You know they're sharpening all their paper knives |
| IM |
| All in your mind, all in your head, try to relate it |
| All in your mind, all in your head, try to escape it |
| IM |
| Without a conscience they destroy |
| And that's a thing that they enjoy |
| They're a sickness that's all in our minds |
| IM |
| They want to sink the ship and leave |
| The way they laugh at you and me |
| You know it happens all the time |
| IM |
| All in your mind, all in your head, try to relate it |
| All in your mind, all in your head, try to escape it |
| IM |
| The rats in the cellar you know who you are... |
| The rats in the cellar you know who you are... |
| The rats in the cellar you know who you are... |
| The rats in the cellar you know who you are... |
| IM |
| Or do you? |
| Or do you? |
| Or do you? |
| Or do you? |
| IM |
| Try to relate it |
| IM |
| Watching beginnings of social decay |
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(Harris) |
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Roll of the dice, take a spin of the wheel out of your hands now |
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So how do you feel but you're not gonna win you'd better go back again |
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Do you feel lucky or do you feel scared, take what luck brings |
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And be Devil may care but you're down on your luck, and what will the next day bring |
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Adrift on the ocean, afloat in a daydream |
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Or lost in a maze, or blind in the haze |
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So what does it matter, so why don't you answer |
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So why did you send, an angel to mend |
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Best make decisions before it's too late, take all your chances |
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Take hold of the reins a roll of the dice, ahead of the game again |
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Nothing to lose but so much to gain, a little danger |
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It goes without saying but what do you care, you're gonna go in the end |
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Gate open to Heaven, is ready and waiting |
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Or straight down to Hell, can go there as well |
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I'll suffer my craving, my soul's not worth saving |
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So why don't you go, just leave well alone |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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There's like a hunger that knocks on your door, you've had a taste of it |
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Still you want more, you've made your mistakes, won't play it the same again |
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You have been warned but still you plunge in, you play high stakes |
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But there's nothing to win you've only one life, and so many things to learn |
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The Angel on one side, the Devil the other |
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Which path do you take, decisions to make |
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Arrive at the crossroads, you know where you're going |
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And what if you wait, it may be too late |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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Don't you think I'm a saviour |
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Don't you think I could save you |
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Don't you think I could save your life |
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(Harris/Bayley) |
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I'm running out of my time, I'm running out of breath |
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And now it's getting so I can't sleep at night, in the day, feel like death |
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I'm getting in far too deep, I feel them closing in |
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I've got to say that I'm scared, I know they'll win, even so, I'm prepared |
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Do you believe what you hear |
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Can you believe what you see |
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Do you believe what you feel |
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Can you believe |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? |
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Whenever anyone seems to treat me like a freak |
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It makes me see I'm the only one who feels, that I know what is real |
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Sometimes it feels like a game of deadly hide and seek |
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And when you're reading this then I will be gone, maybe then you will see |
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Do you believe what you hear |
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Can you believe what you see |
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Do you believe what you feel |
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Can you believe |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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Do you believe what you hear |
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Can you believe what you see |
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Do you believe what you feel |
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Can you believe |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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What is real? Futureal |
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(Smith/Harris/Dickinson) |
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Hand of fate is moving and the finger points to you |
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He knocks you to your feet and so what are you gonna do |
| Your tongue has frozen now you've got something to say |
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The piper at the gates of dawn is calling you his way |
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| You watch the world exploding every single night |
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Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light |
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Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death |
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Hello to eternity and live for every breath |
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| Your time will come, your time will come |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
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| The ferryman wants his money you ain't going to give it back |
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He can push his own boat as you set up off the track |
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Nothing you can contemplate will ever be the same |
| Every second is a new spark, sets the universe aflame |
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You watch the world exploding every single night |
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Dancing in the sun a newborn in the light |
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Brothers and their fathers joining hands and make a chain |
| The shadow of the Wicker Man is rising up again |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
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Your time will come, your time will come |
| Your time will come, your time will come |
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(Gers/Dickinson/Harris) |
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Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
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Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
| Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
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Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
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| Withered hands, withered bodies begging for salvation |
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Deserted by the hand of gods of their own creation |
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Nations cry underneath decaying skies above |
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You are guilty, the punishment is death for all who live |
| The punishment is death for all who live |
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| Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation |
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Out of the silent planet, come the demons of creation |
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Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation |
| Out of the silent planet, come the demons of creation |
| The killing fields, the grinding wheels crushed by equilibrium |
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Separate lives no more disguise, no more second chances |
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Haggard wisdom spitting out the bitter taste of hate |
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I accuse you before you know the crime it's all too late |
| Before you know the crime it's all too late |
| Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation |
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Out of the silent planet, come the demons of creation |
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Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation |
| Out of the silent planet, come the demons of creation |
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Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
| Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
| Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation |
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Out of the silent planet, come the demons of creation |
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Out of the silent planet, dreams of desolation |
| Out of the silent planet, come the demons of creation |
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Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
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Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
| Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
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Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
| Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
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Out of the silent planet, out of the silent planet we are |
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(Murray/Harris/Dickinson) |
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Dying swans twisted wings, beauty not needed here |
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Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear |
| I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone |
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Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home |
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| Wilderness house of pain, makes no sense of it all |
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Close this mind dull this brain, Messiah before his fall |
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What you see is not real, those who know will not tell |
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All is lost sold your souls to this brave new world |
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| A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| In a brave new world, a brave new world |
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Dragon kings dying queens, where is salvation now |
| Lost my life lost my dreams, rip the bones from my flesh |
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Silent screams laughing here, dying to tell you the truth |
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You are planned and you are damned in this brave new world |
| A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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A brave new world, in a brave new world |
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In a brave new world, a brave new world |
| In a brave new world, a brave new world |
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Dying swans twisted wings, bring this savage back home |