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Beck The Information Lyrics

Last updated: 05/14/2009 11:00:00 AM

The information is laughing at us
The ticker tape feeds the night
Looking for a last transmission
From a heaven that we left behind

When the information comes
We'll know what we're made from
On a skyline rising
High rise eyes see through you

Say hello to a mannequin
The ghost of an automaton
The witching hour is summoning up
Armies where they don't belong

When the information comes
We'll know what we're made from
On a skyline rising
High rise eyes see through you

She's the sister of avarice
The wife of the poisonous tide
She's the eye in a battle of storms
She sees where the atoms collide

When the information comes
We'll know what we're made from
On a skyline rising
High rise eyes see through you




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