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Up to Eleven

I haven't a song in my heart
All I hear is the dull roar of broken dreams
Pounding in my head, steam train
It's a wonderful world of color
Everything is in black & white
Underdetermined to keep moving forward
Sailing off a cliff into oblivion
I want freedom from the old ways
Before the end days
Splayed out, a corpse from fantasy
Mercy, mercy me

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