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Beck - The Information

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Lyrics

The information is laughing at us,
The ticker tape feeds the night.
Looking for a lost transmission,
A heaven that we left behind.

When the information comes,
We'll know what we're made from.
And the skyline rising,
Highrise 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.
And the skyline rising,
Highrise eyes see through you.

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

When the information comes,
We'll know what we're made from.
And the skyline rising,
Highrise eyes see through you.

Discography

The Information - Track 13
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