| Oh my God
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| I can’t believe it What went wrong?
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| The human race, in its place
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| Superstition man’s religion
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| And conditioned mysteries incomplete
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| And the raven with its haven
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| Gods-in-graven
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| Girls and boys Illinois
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| Springfield with its freak and banter
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| Strike the cantor
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| God is dead, God is dead
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| Oh my God I can’t believe it What went wrong?
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| The human race, in its place
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| In religion, superstition
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| Man’s conditoined mysterious incomplete
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| (Superman, Old machines
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| Kind as that, Energenes
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| Good as dead, Man-Machines
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| Computer, effigy
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| Sound the horn, make the bed
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| Pull the cord, raise the dead
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| In my car, on this street
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| On this earth, on this feet)
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| Take it for a patient man I caught it Patient is the kind that gets you paid
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| Even if I had, man, I got it Seems I never had it anyway
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| Sometimes it may seem your best intentions
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| Take off with a fever anyway
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| 1−2-3−4-5−6-7 All computers go to heaven
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| If you think you got the vision,
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| Put it in the conversation
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| 1−2-3−4-5−6-7 All computers go to heaven
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| If you think you got the vision,
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| Put it in the conversation
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| I rejoice in what I carry in my heart
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| it overwelms what a man
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| Great Emancipation plans,
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| and public transport, clap your hands, Abraham
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| Oh religion, superstition,
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| Man’s conditioned mysteries incomplete
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| Oh the Raven with its haven
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| Gods-in-graven
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| All is dead, all is dead |