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4. | World of Tiers |
5. | Prelude |
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7. | Space Chase |
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In the darkness I will shine
Cast no shadows nor define
I walk on water float on air
There's no other to compare
I have this fascination
No cause for deviation
It's called levitation
Levitation
Levitation!
There's no cause to start and scream
Nor rub your eyes – this is no dream
Although I sit upon this chair
I rise and float up in the air
I have this fascination
No cause for deviation
It's called levitation
Levitation
Levitation!
Magnetic force, repel – attract
Once it starts there's no turning back
I offer you this chance to learn
Take it now there's no return
I have this fascination
No cause for deviation
It's called levitation
Levitation
Levitation!
Magnetic force, repel – attract
Once it starts there's no turning back
I offer you this chance to learn
Take it now there's no return
I have this fascination
No cause for deviation
It's called levitation
Levitation
Levitation!
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Turning star projections
Voices from the deep
Throbbing of the engines
You exit from the heat
Paper on the pavement
Cars crawling in the road
Emotions of the city
You ease your heavy load
A Motorway City
Well it ain't the same
Lighting up the night sky
With an orange flame
A Motorway City
Well you exit on the right
Cruising on the highway
When you're driving through the night
A Motorway City
Well it ain't the same
Lighting up the night sky
With an orange flame
Motorway City
A Motorway City
A Motorway City
A Motorway City
Motorway City
A Motorway City
A Motorway City
A Motorway City
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We have malfunction on screens
Switching to computer override now
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Lonely figures waiting, shadows on the hill
Looking into valleys where everything is still
Only death is lurking, the creeping sickness waits
So who's gonna win the war now?
Who's gonna win the war?
Who's gonna win the,
Who's gonna win the,
Who's gonna win the war?
Radiation wastelands in the setting sun
Dust clouds they are gathering to obliterate the guns
Already weeds are writing their scriptures in the sand
So who's gonna win the war now?
Who's gonna win the war?
Who's gonna win the,
Who's gonna win the,
Who's gonna win the war?
Who's gonna win the war now?
Who's gonna win the war?
Who's gonna win the,
Who's gonna win the,
Who's gonna win the war?
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There's a circle on a paper
High a planet in the sky
From the dust which will not settle
Hours is the time you lie
Trace your fingers in the cluster,
You've found the cause which is called must
Remember always you are nothing,
Though others say that you must suss,
You must suss, you must suss,
You must suss, you must suss,
You must suss, you must suss,
You must suss, you must suss,
You must suss, you must suss
You must trust the new Messiah
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Waiting in the valley of all creation
Calling out a song for the state of the nation
I am son born of father never related
Frozen in a bank of ice essence liberated
Looking from the future into the past
Footprints of awareness approaching so fast
Queues of sterile mothers waiting for inspection
Populace diminished everywhere there is rejection
Dust of time caught in your eye
A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh
Dust of time caught in your eye
A fleeting glimpse gone in a sigh
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