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Millions

This song was created for Game of Bands round 206 : "Psychedelic"

Lyrics:

A million people in their beds awake to morning light
A million people out their door, crammed into the trams
A million people at their desks with a coffee in their hands
A million people, maybe more, don't know they are damned
A million shadows on the wall at just the place they stood
A million frozen gestures never understood

Above the ground, the mushroom cloud knows no bounds
No blacks, no whites, no lefts, no rights
It treats us all the same

A million empty houses in the blink of an eye
A million people gone away without a chance to say goodbye
A million people on the streets scream and shout their names
A million stories left untold, books burned before they're read
A million miles away but so familiar all the same
A million lighters burning so that they won't burn again

Above the ground, the mushroom cloud knows no bounds
No blacks, no whites, no lefts, no rights
It treats us all the same
No borders, boundaries, pointless fights
Just those who push, and us who die
Through country lines, we are all the same

(All the same)
Overhead the mushroom cloud treats us all the same
No matter who you were before, the bones look all the same
(All the same)
Overhead the mushroom cloud treats us all the same
No matter who you were before, the bones look all the same

Above the ground, the mushroom cloud knows no bounds
No blacks, no whites, no lefts, no rights
It treats us all the same
No borders, boundaries, pointless fights
Just those who push, and us who die
Through country lines, we are all the same

No borders, boundaries, pointless fights
Just those who push, and us who die
Through country lines, we are all the same

All the same
[Exit]

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