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Whose song is that remembered,
at random serpentine.
Through phatic coils emerging,
some other thought it's thinking.
This light sounds above the houses on the ground
This illumination visited upon the whole land.
Here comes the SuperCopter,
here comes the noise it makes.
The demon was an idea,
the demon is awake.
The scratch mark left across the surface of your mind,
this hour now upon us,
the hour has now arrived.
I know truth...
I know the whole shebang,
I know the names of men they had to hang.
I let her out of the trunk, uh,
I heard what she said at them, uh,
They've come to drag her through the double-M.
Unmarked Helicopters, hovering,
The lord is coming soon.
Unmarked Helicopters, hovering,
they said it was a weather balloon.
...it was a weather balloon.
...it was a weather balloon.
...it was a weather balloon.
...it was a weather balloon.
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