the bell tolls the tears of midnight's gloom
and opens the gates to twilight's tomb
the black sky above
and the darkness inside me
consoles me, so soothing
consumes me, so slowly
no light will shine
no shadows thrown
no mask will hide
no mercy shown
the sky tells the tale of endless doom
and opens the doorway unto the room
where our eyes our blind
to the portal opening
can't you see, me bleeding
misery, sustains me
no light will shine
no shadows thrown
no mask will hide
no mercy shown
the clock strikes the hour when darkness looms
and echoes the rise of shepherd moons
the gale flies over
and the raven is watching
he has seen me weeping
and holds me in his wings
the sky it grows darker still
the white mists rise over the hill
the forces stir, the storm will break
shattering through the night to wake
of wind and sea
of sand and stone
never to be
no mercy shown
so cold and gray
all my friends are skeletons
dulcimers and chariots
prayers to God, oh prayers to God
hammers for our hollowed heads
oh you had such big, big plans
swallowed all your vitamins
wore your poems like a scar
what ever happened to them?
was I sleeping all this time?
I created light,
the earth and the sea
But who is that fragile creature
That dares to challenge me?
This paradise I made
was perfect by all means
All beings in my hands
No one dared to intervene
I, the sovereign authority
One bite of an apple enough
to set all spirits free
My Godly wrath upon Thee
Might is yours
with a body like a sculpture
The power to recreate
Is a part of your nature
Out of my paradise I will send Thee...
To mankind I will grant misanthropy...
Out of my paradise I will send Thee...
The disability to live eternally...
(Eva)
Passion arose the same moment as Thee
And thou became Godly
far too close to me
Passion arose the same moment as Thee
Filled with rage I am
burning of envy
Out of my paradise I will send Thee...
To mankind I will grant misanthropy...
Out of my paradise I will send Thee...
The disability to live eternally...
Perversity, lust, decadence
Mankind's prior frustration
My mind hardly can comprehend
Mating the sole destination
This decline of romanticism
I do regret indeed
Replaced by forms of fetishism
It makes my heart bleed
Born in a wrong century
A label that I gladly wear
For there should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate's hair
Eroticism a fine form of art
But why share it with the world
For I care for matters of the heart
In this 21st century world
This decline of romanticism
I do regret indeed
Replaced by forms of fetishism
It makes my heart bleed
Born in a wrong century
A label that I gladly wear
For there should be room for mystery
And to touch a soulmate's hair
And to touch a soulmate's hair
Down by the well
There I shall meet Thee
An orchid in your hair
The well near the olive tree
And our sole place to meet
Alas only brief
Our patriarchs disagree
Our young hearts in grief
Down by the well
I shall meet Thee
An orchid in your hair
The place near the olive tree
Heavenly you appear
Beautiful Helen of Troy
Unworthy of Thou my dear
Admired by many a boy
Our love like fire
A glimpse, our(sole) unity
Our fate, harsh and dire
In the shadow of the olive tree
Buried centuries ago, both you and me
Our love it never ever was set free
But by the well, my beloved orchid
There I still meet Thee
There I still meet Thee
Our sole place to meet
Alas only grief
Our patriarchs disagree
Our young hearts in grief
Down by the well
I shall meet Thee
An orchid in your hair
All who still remain
Are leaving their shelter
One by one
The King leads his court
The sun seeks it's own reflection
On their clothes that shine like Gold
I speak the language of the colourless present
My words do not reach their ears anymore
A quest in vain
Trying to hold on to my youth
But still I remember those princes and wenches
He tries to tell me reality took over my soul
The walls behind which I wish to dream
Are coming down
Those princes and wenches
Visiting the castle
Represented my infant years
They flee into eternal woods
Only the jester turns around
One last time
Now I recognise my sad companion
Who kept me company
Countless times
The Jester kept me company countless times
In hours that seemed darker than these
He tries to tell me reality took over my soul
The walls behind which I wish to dream
Are coming down
He tries to tell me reality took over my soul
The walls behind which I wish to dream
Are coming down down down!
It is so amusing
To see you clap your hands
To some else's tune
So pleasant to hear you speak
Words created by others
Quite easy to follow
Another person's steps
Convenient to walk a path
Secured by others
Ever thought about finding your own?
What about integrity?
Where did you hide your soul?
What about finding your own?
Individuality?
Where did you hide your soul?
Your eyes are red
Your voice is rough
But is it your song
You are chanting?
Speaking way too loud
Slogans I have heard before
Tapping your foot
To someone else's tune?
Where did you hide your soul?
If solitude follows grief
This heart of mine a wilderness
Splendid memories indeed hardly a relief
What comfort offers a last caress?
What comfort offers a last caress?
No more flowers to pick in May
Any words are all in vain
No more flowers to pick in May
Any words are all in vain
Love is a gift from Heaven
Lifts into grace our lowest desires
Shared with angels By Gods given
Like passion, a spark of immortal fire
This heart of mine a wilderness
This heart of mine a wilderness
What comfort offers a last caress?
What comfort offers a last caress?
But beautiful poems do not cover pain
In loss I cannot sense any splendour
Comforting words are all in vain
Yesterday's ghosts seem too tender
Tragedy grand in a theatre play
They claim sunshine to follow after rain
But no more flowers to pick in May
For death she is all the same
What comfort offers a last caress?
What comfort offers a last caress?
No more flowers to pick in May
Any words are all in vain
No more flowers to pick in May
Death is tapping its foot
To a bewitching tune
Truly in a joyful mood
Clouds covering the moon
In the midnight hour
The dead perform a dance
Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre
In the midnight hour
The dead perform a dance
Peasants, nobles or kings
Like puppets on a string
Dance they all will
When Death spreads its wings
In the midnight hour
The dead perform a dance
Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre
In the midnight hour
The dead perform a dance
Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre
Like withered flowers
Now skeletons in trance
One can hear the North winds blow
But louder is the violin
The living, their heads they bow
For they know Death will always win
Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre
In the midnight hour
The dead perform a dance
Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre
Like withered flowers
Now skeletons in trance
Danse Macabre Danse Macabre Danse Macabre
It's already certain
Long I've roamed lands which are not mine
Admired Cappadocia, enjoyed Greek wine
Tea at the Bosporus, travelled the river Rhine
Heard the Lorelei sing, a song divine
My grave is easily found
And there I shall gladly be
Buried in the shadow
Beneath my cypress tree
My spirit travelled The Highlands
The North Sea taught me humbleness
My mind got drunk by the beauty of France
In Bretagne and Ireland a Celtic dance
My grave is easily found
And there I shall gladly be
Buried in the shadow
Beneath my cypress tree
No trace of Helen at the remains of Troy
But her glorious beauty shining through
On many a gracious peasant girl
In picturesque villages far below
Winds of Galicia, mountains of Spain
Portuguese valleys, English domain
Skandinavia, Alexandria
Passion for wandering, impossible to restrain
My grave is easily found
And there I shall gladly be
Buried in the shadow
Beneath my cypress tree
When my time on earth is over
And my journey has come to an end
Remembering the white cliffs of Dover
Or the breeze of our Lowlands
As years go by
I have learned to understand
Mankind has to die
Elimination until the end
Misanthropy consuming my mind
Misanthropy consuming my heart
Misanthropy consuming my mind
Misanthropy consuming my heart
Destruction of the human race
Let us burn the world
We shall leave no trace
Let us burn the world
Misanthropy consuming my mind
Misanthropy consuming my heart
Misanthropy consuming my mind
Misanthropy consuming my heart
Lyrics: Maria Compiadi & Gunther Theys / Music: Jan Yrlund
"The lyrics to this track were created after an interesting conversation that took
place in Athens one day. Maria, a woman of science, and myself talked for a long
time about the conflict between science and religion. It is her who takes most
credits to this song for which I wish to express my gratitude"
Where faith has failed
Men's mind has travelled
Throughout of space
His wings might fly
No borders for human's
restless desires
Since science killed faith
God even may die
Our dying pride kneeling
In front of the unknown
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot
Where science prevailed
Gott Ist Tot
In front of the immensity
And grace of a universe
With well hidden secrets
That no one has known
With secrets protecting a cosmic curse
When truth seems a lie
And reality a vision
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot
Where science prevailed
Gott Ist Tot
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot
The lights and the colours of planets and stars
Cannot be revealed with simple human's mind
We might step foot on the ground of Mars
But order in chaos we never provide
We might step foot on the ground of Mars
But order in chaos we never provide
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot
Where science prevailed
Gott Ist Tot
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot
Where science prevailed
Gott Ist Tot - God is dead
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot - God is dood
Where science prevailed
Gott Ist Tot - God is dead
Gott Ist Tot!
As in Homer's Iliad
causing Paris' spleen
The fall of mighty Troy
caused by ingenious scheme
Approaching people applying
a similar strategy
The notorious Trojan Horse
must have inspired Thee
Thy performances,
worth a theatre play
A life based on intrigue,
so it is day by day
A friend like Thee
prefer a worst foe
Here and now this ends,
this I do avow
Sein ist das Haus des Schmerzes
Sein ist das Haus des Hasses
Wilkommen im Haus des Schmerzes
Wilkommen im Haus des Hasses
For even the lonely jackal must drink
But by thirst Thou shall pine away
Even the vampire seeks shelter
But eventually burns
by the light of day
Loyalty, comradery, sincerity
Words non existing in Thy book
Your Trojan Horse shall burn
Regardless how thick its wood
A friend like Thee
prefer a worst foe
Here and now this ends,
this I do avow
A friend like Thee
prefer a worst foe
Here and now this ends,
Fill the goblet again! For I never before
Felt the glow which now gladdens my heart...
my heart to its core
Let us drink! Who would not?
Since through life's varied round
In the goblet alone no deception is found
Oblivion
In the days of my youth
when my heart's in its spring
Oblivion
And dreams that affection can never wing
I have tried in it's turn
all that life can supply
I have bask'd in the beam
of a dark rolling eye
I have loved! Who has not?
But what heart can declare
That pleasure existed
while passion was there?
Oblivion
In the days of my youth
when my heart's in its spring
Oblivion
And dreams that affection can never wing
I had friends! Who has not?
But what tongue will avow
That friends, rosy wine!
Are as faithful as Thou
Oblivion
In the days of my youth
when the heart's in its spring
Oblivion
And dreams that affection can never wing
"Once adult dreams and purity fade away. I like to see myselfd as a seeker of
truth and reality, nevertheless the decline of innocence remains a sad event."
All who still remain
Are leaving their shelter
One by one
The King leads his court
The sun seeks it's own reflection
On their clothes that shine like Gold
I speak the language of the colourless present
My words do not reach their ears anymore
A quest in vain
Trying to hold on to my youth
But still I remember those princes and wenches
He tries to tell me reality took over my soul
The walls behind which I wish to dream
Are coming down
Those princes and wenches
Visiting the castle
Represented my infant years
They flee into eternal woods
Only the jester turns around
One last time
Now I recognise my sad companion
Who kept me company
Countless times
The Jester kept me company countless times
In hours that seemed darker than these
He tries to tell me reality took over my soul
The walls behind which I wish to dream
Are coming down
He tries to tell me reality took over my soul
The walls behind which I wish to dream
"The subtitle in Latin (after Vergilius) freely translated means ® Gods deliver the
earth from such a pest ¯. A feeling that comes to mind whenever being
confronted with mass hysteries. When someone famous dies millions of people
who never even met the person are shedding tears, artists are recording songs
for the funeral and millions of records are being sold. Pathetic. Soap series
polluting the TV screen consumed by ignorant masses. Jetset people living in
their ivory tower cultivating ® the cult of personality ¯, all so tiring. Artificial
values become standard. The each his own, I am aware, nevertheless this track
to show our disrespect for sheep, how arrogant this may sound. Vocals
performed in this way, exactly how I felt when thinking of the people described."
It is so amusing
To see you clap your hands
To some else's tune
So pleasant to hear you speak
Words created by others
Quite easy to follow
Another person's steps
Convenient to walk a path
Secured by others
Ever thought about finding your own?
What about integrity?
Where did you hide your soul?
What about finding your own?
Individuality?
Where did you hide your soul?
Your eyes are red
Your voice is rough
But is it your song
You are chanting?
Speaking way too loud
Slogans I have heard before
Tapping your foot
To someone else's tune?
"An experiment that turned out epic. Total artistic freedom was the corner stone
to this track. Both Antoinette and I came with different lyrics, somehow they
fitted perfectly together and a dialogue was achieved. The ultimate anti-ballad
(lyrics) in the shape of almost a ballad... Shizo situations I adore..."
Decline of Romantiticism
Where will be the border?
And who will draw your line?
In your life there is no order
You just lost track of time
This is your direction
You will never have satisfaction
Intentions, although they were noble
Dreams however, could not be shared
The only choice left
Is to turn away...
Will you ever have enough?
How to explain
It is purity I seek?
In a life with no emotion?
But one has to realise
I need to hang on to a dream
With no emotion
Is this your direction?
You will never have satisfaction
Will you never ever have enough
In a life
With no emotion
- So much for this love
With no emotion
- So much for this love
How will you get further?
For you there is no way,
Is this the way
You want to die tonight?
Our feelings and words
Never meant the same
Where will be your border?
And who will draw your line?
In your life there is no order
You just lost track of time
Time, never was on my side
How to explain
It is purity I seek?
"My life seems a constant quest for historical knowledge. I have travelled the
continents in search for remains of ancient / medieval civilisations. My eyes
finally witnessed the beauty I learned through historical works during my
childhood. As far as I am concerned, true happiness can be achieved while
dwelling through what is left of these empires buried by time and dust. The
ultimate voyage unfortunately I will never experience : a travel back in time.
Everyone is a child of his /her own time but still this does not prevent me from
dreaming..."
Like a forgotten paradise
As if refused by father time
My land can be found
Under a clouded grey sky
Walking the eternal landscapes
As painted by our Flemish masters
I hear the music
Created centuries ago
I listen to the northwind
Losing myself in childlike dreams
Watch the eternal rivers flow, they flow
Maybe they understand
My already lost quest
For no one can travel
Travel back in time
For no one can travel
Travel back in time
Like a forgotten paradise
A dream of perfect bliss
Dust of centuries
Yet I can touch the cities
Build by my forefathers
Yet I see the banners
Of long forgotten pride
And watch the eternal rivers flow
Like a forgotten paradise
As if refused by father time
My land can be found
Under a clouded grey sky
Walking the eternal landscapes
As painted by our masters
I hear the music
Created centuries ago
I want to see a bright blue sky
Or feel the rain of our darkest clouds
Want to smell flowers now long withered
Witness the people now long buried
Wish to dwell in places forever lost
Castles buried by time time and dust
Hold a bride so pale and pure
Hear the stories of friends
I never knew
Lost in time
Lost in time
Yet I can touch the cities
Build by my forefathers
Yet I see the banners
Of long forgotten pride
Walking the eternal Landscapes
As painted by our masters
I hear the music
Created centuries ago
"® Writing poetry in the fields of Bretagne ¯ expresses a wish that never
happened. The sentence came to me when being on tour with my band. We were
crossing the land of Bretagne and the landscape with it's woods and menhirs
seemed so inviting. Visions of Celtic traditions and legends immediately came to
mind and the unreachable within reach. Due to a busy schedule it was impossible
to stop and really taste the atmosphere. It always has been my experience that
events that ALMOST took place are the most inspiring for reality had no grip on
the whole. This way a strange kind of magic, a dreamworld even, can remain
intact."
Blood red skies like a messenger of doom
Skeletons on parade in villages on fire
Divine maidens suffering from the plague
Apocalypse my friend put these cities into dust
Dust on coffin lits
Tales never told
Citizens living in cages of glass
Writing poetry in the fields of bretagne
But hear the cries of a distant battle
Cardinals in decay and Gods who failed everywhere
Nero's fiddle distuned, Rome into flames
With wings wide spread I wish to fly
Like an eagle embracing the sky
Dying during a final flight
Oh deliver me from life
Plundering savages drunk with bloodlust
Knights in armour now long vanished
Jesters holding the crown
Noblesse fading away
Noblesses fading
Blood red skies like a messenger of doom
Skeletons on parade in villages on fire
Divine maidens suffering from the plague
Apocalypse my friend put these cities into dust
Dust on coffin lits
Tales never told
Citizens living in cages of glass
Writing poetry in the fields of Bretagne
But hear the cries of a distant battle
Cardinals in decay
Gods who failed everywhere
Gods who failed...
"Inspired by medieval German poetry with the well known ® Danse Macabre ¯ as
a main theme"
Danse Danse Danse Macabre
Danse Danse Danse Macabre
Danse Danse Danse Macabre
Danse!
Oh King, your power has come to an end
I wish to invite you for a dance
Amongst our deceased brothers
For also Death has a crown to offer
Noble Lady, danse as you please
Until the flute has the right tone
For she deceived many a lady
Who all have danced
The Dance Of Death
Danse Danse Danse Macabre
Danse Danse Danse Macabre
Danse Danse Danse Macabre
Danse!
Oh King, your power has come to an end
I wish to invite you for a dance
Amongst our deceased brothers
For also Death has a crown to offer
Noble Lady, danse as you please
Oh King, your power has come to an end
I wish to invite you for a dance
Amongst our deceased brothers
For also Death has a crown to offer
Noble Lady, - hah -danse as you please
Danse Danse Danse Macabre
Danse Danse Danse Macabre
Danse Danse Danse Macabre
We promised to make a difference,
you and I
Both still young, feeling smart
Now in the light of this shaded lamp
I can almost see your smile
Dreamt of travelling land and sea
And thus we did, my friend,
you and me
Thick as thieves we were
Thick as thieves we were
Oh, and time was at our side
Well, at least so we believed
One day our nations prepared for a fight
And you and I had to join opposite sides
Never we shall behold the green fields
Or hear the birds sing in May
Our youth, our old day sacrificed
And with our lives we did pay
Dreamt of travelling land and sea
And thus we did, my friend,
you and me
Thick as thieves we were
Thick as thieves we were
Dreams shattered in filthy trenches
Our lungs filled with musterd gas
Beneath the grey skies,
in the fields of Flanders
Dreams shattered in filthy trenches
Our lungs filled with musterd gas
A torn cross bearing your name
in the grass
Oh, and time was at our side
Well at least so we believed
One day our nations prepaired for a fight
Oh, and time was at our side
Well at least so we believed
And you and I had to join opposite sides
"Machines and computers were used to accentuate the cold atmosphere of the
song. Praising misanthropy ?"
As we march through the cities
of conquered lands
A feeling of power
Takes over our minds
When we see the enemies' fate
Upon our hands
So difficult to keep control
Rage and insanity
Fill our hearts
Are we but animals?
Years of warfare
Exterminated ideals
All that is left
Are animal instincts
Control Control, we must control!
Control Control, we must control!
Control Control, we must control!
Control Control, we must control!
Rage and insanity
Fill our hearts
We feel like animals
We march! We march! We march!
Megalomania
"The lyrics to this track were created after an interesting conversation that took
place in Athens one day. Maria, a woman of science, and myself talked for a long
time about the conflict between science and religion. It is her who takes most
credits to this song for which I wish to express my gratitude"
Where faith has failed
Men's mind has travelled
Throughout of space
His wings might fly
No borders for human's
restless desires
Since science killed faith
God even may die
Our dying pride kneeling
In front of the unknown
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot
Where science prevailed
Gott Ist Tot
In front of the immensity
And grace of a universe
With well hidden secrets
That no one has known
With secrets protecting a cosmic curse
When truth seems a lie
And reality a vision
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot
Where science prevailed
Gott Ist Tot
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot
The lights and the colours of planets and stars
Cannot be revealed with simple human's mind
We might step foot on the ground of Mars
But order in chaos we never provide
We might step foot on the ground of Mars
But order in chaos we never provide
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot
Where science prevailed
Gott Ist Tot
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot
Where science prevailed
Gott Ist Tot - God is dead
Where faith has failed
Gott Ist Tot - God is dood
Where science prevailed
Gott Ist Tot - God is dead
"It must be tragic indeed to realise that, one only has a short time left on this
earth, especially when still being quite young. This past summer I prefer to forget.
Nature in full glory, a weather of perfect bliss and life floating on... But hardly for
my family. Two of my relatives were fighting a terminal disease and also I was
facing an operation (although a less dangerous kind). Our summer season
overshadowed by gloom. This track I would like to dedicate to my relative who
lost the battle and eventually his life in midsummer."
Death in midsummer
There is true beauty in all that dies
Nothing lasts forever...I know
Dreams, hopes, life itself
Slipping through my fingers
Slipping through my fingers
Like a sand on beaches
I used to know
So many people came and went
As years go by
Their faces fade like a song
In vain I try to hold on
To the humble knowledge
I gathered
Death in midsummer
Death in Midsummer
So much still to learn
To discover, to feel
Yet I sense
My earthly and only existence
Fade away
No light at the end of the tunnel
No God to save one's soul
The atheist's curse
The atheist curse
Life never seemed precious to me
But now...
It is so cruel to die
In the middle of summer
Did you know which way we went?
Fast ways and many burning hills
I cannot tell you which way we went
That's where I've lost you
Realise it now
But I do know that we went astray
The tie around our fingers is torn apart
One glimpse enough to comprehend all
But frost conquered our hearts
There remains this wall
We knew each other, by the look in our eyes
Didn't dare to say, too frightened to give too much
Did you know which way we went?
Fast ways and many burning hills
I cannot tell you which way we went
That's where I've lost you
Realise it now
But I do know that we went astray
This will be the moment for a new start
We knew each other, by the look in our eyes
Didn't dare to say, too frightened to give too much
Why should you close your eyes?
If there is nothing to look for
Our slippery hands didn't hold
And we've got colder
Deep inside the little child cries
Feeling the old ache, remembering for God's sake
Don't let the tears cry slow
It is healing and trying to grow
The flame on every flower
The wound of every injury
Has been healed now
Did you know which way we went?
Fast ways and many burning hills
That's where I've lost you
Realise it now
The tie around our fingers is torn apart
Your soul around my body did dispart
Our slippery hands didn't hold
And we've got colder
Your mind slowly fades away
Moving further away
The flame on every flower
The wound of every injury
Blood red skies like a messenger of doom
Skeletons on parade in villages on fire
Divine maidens suffering from the plague
Apocalypse my friend put these cities into dust
Dust on coffin lits
Tales never told
Citizens living in cages of glass
Writing poetry in the fields of bretagne
But hear the cries of a distant battle
Cardinals in decay and Gods who failed everywhere
Nero's fiddle distuned, Rome into flames
With wings wide spread I wish to fly
Like an eagle embracing the sky
Dying during a final flight
Oh deliver me from life
Plundering savages drunk with bloodlust
Knights in armour now long vanished
Jesters holding the crown
Noblesse fading away
Noblesses fading
Blood red skies like a messenger of doom
Skeletons on parade in villages on fire
Divine maidens suffering from the plague
Apocalypse my friend put these cities into dust
Dust on coffin lits
Tales never told
Citizens living in cages of glass
Writing poetry in the fields of Bretagne
But hear the cries of a distant battle
Cardinals in decay
Gods who failed everywhere
Gods who failed...
TRISTESSE!
We are livin' in a police state
Situations getting grave
Right now
I'm takin' it
We are livin' in a police state
More than your rights at stake
Right Now
I'm takin' it
Heaters got my town
Infiltratin' the air yeah
Locking down the masses
Even to scare ya
We don't have to deal with this shit
To serve and protect yo I ain't buying it.
Do it for the power
They're abusing the glory
Strip away the badge
And you'll still be out
_____
Fightin' the fight for the people right
We are, livin' in a police state
Situations getting grave
Right now
It's over yeah.
We are, livin' in a police state
More than your rights at stake
Right now
I'm takin' it
Get ready cuz its time to go
Heaters movin' in and before you know it
They've got us all surrounded
The call has been sounded
This is how its goin' down tonight.
Tonight now we set things right
And besides who'd wanna live and die
In this mess we made
Its so depraved
What happened to my freedom
And you'll find me
Lying on the floor
Thinking about war
Thinking about war
Don't wanna do this anymore
They paraded
I'll be waiting for
The perfect time to strike
We are livin' in a police state (we are)
Situations getting grave (we are)
Right now (we are)
We are takin' it
We are livin' in a police state
More than your rights at stake
Right now
I'm takin' it.
Right now (we are) its on (we are) oh yeah
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