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What fine judgement I see
In the eyes of our world leaders
Oh how beautiful life could be
If it hadn't been shot to pieces
Oh oh, shot to pieces
What secret music do I hear
Upon the drums of my ear
What great pleasure I feel
I come from nowhere and I shall return
Because of you people I will flee
I see my late identity burn
