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Power of the Sun - Bruce Dickinson
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Power of the Sun Bruce Dickinson

Power of the Sun - Bruce Dickinson
[Verse 1]
Is this a citadel?
Is this a prison cell?
Who sits at my right hand now?
Who's watching me now?
Who made us live this way?
When do I get my say?
Automation turns us into
Human beings now

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Tripping over faces, humanity has fallen
Huddled into doorways
And the streets at dawn

[Chorus]
The power of the sun
Keeps us moving on
Spinning ever faster
The city never sleeps
The echoes of the footfalls
Already in the past

[Verse 2]
Every dawn arrives
The gathering of the tribes
Shattered waves of people
Breaking over city walls
Never out of touch
But always on your own
Trapped inside the logic
Of your own communication zone
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