I forged all the signatures
Now I rule the world
I'm taking it back
For all of the little folk
Who live in the cold
They'll come from the shadows
And lift up our tired hearts
With a beautiful song (beautiful song)
That'll wash all the dirt
From our souls
Like a wave for us from a washing machine
Like a wave for us from a washing machine
Like a wave for us from a washing machine
Like a wave for us from a washing machine
Like a wave for us from a washing machine
Like a wave for us from a washing machine
Like a wave for us from a washing machine
Like a wave for us from a washing machine
Like a wave for us from a washing machine
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