| Fifteen years from now |
| I know it feels remote |
| But picture it somehow |
| In your head |
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| It's 1984 |
| And knocking on your door |
| Is the Brownshirt Stasi guard |
| Boom, you're gone |
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| And in the blood of the Kennedys |
| The good ones get shot |
| And in the absence of sympathy |
| Won't you hear me out? |
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| When it all burns down |
| When it all burns down |
| I will hold you close for the minute |
| Yeah, I'll hold you for the minute it takes |
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| Fifty-five years from now |
| I know it sounds insane |
| The dark fascist regime might be gone |
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| Oh, if you by then have forgiven me |
| When push comes to shove |
| We don't have to be enemies |
| Won't you hear me out? |
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| When it all burns down |
| When it all burns down |
| I will hold you close for the minute |
| For the minute |
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| When it all burns down |
| And the flames devour everything that we are |
| I will hold you for the minute |
| I will hold you for the minute it takes |
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| With these words at hand |
| The future is a foreign land |
| So let us pray for more in 2024 |
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| We could grow old together |
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| We could love one another |
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| And then we'll from then be peace forevermore |
| Peace forevermore |
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| But if it all burns down |
| If it all burns down |
| I will hold you close for the minute |
| For the minute |
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| If it all burns down |
| And the flames devour everything that we are |
| I will hold you for the minute |
| I will hold you for the minute it takes |
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