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} | Intro verse : A slinky, ominous baritone + bell sound plays on a combo mellotron. In the background various glitching and buzzing of electronics can be heard., [00:00.000]-[00:42.653] | Intro Chorus : For a brief interlude the chords of the verse are played, still without vocals, [00:42.654]-[00:56.817] | Verse 1 : The vocals enter, with a deep reverb and echo effect. The mellotron baritone and bells continue., [00:56.818]-[01:10.652] | Verse 2 : The next phrase continues posing darker questions., [01:10.653]-[01:25.825] | Chorus 1 : The chorus comes in with a fuller sound, including drums, bass, and guitars. Before the part can gain momentum we're left with just the vocals hanging and echoing out., [01:25.826]-[01:53.934] | Verse 3 : The vocals return to the verse, with the mellotron baritone and bells, [01:53.935]-[02:06.543] | Verse 4 : The fourth verse changes to address the listener directly, recalling us hiding our documents during fascist regimes., [02:06.544]-[02:22.543] | Chorus 2 : The chorus returns with the fuller sound, including drums, bass, and guitars, [02:22.544]-[02:50.652] | Chorus 3 with break down : The ending goes a bit 'Hey Jude' with claps, guitars and a triumphant feel., [02:50.653]-[04:51.082] | null |
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