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Hello beautiful May |
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the sun is here to stay |
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It is good to be here on such a day |
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Every day I turn a bit wiser |
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every day climbing a little higher |
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And every day I turn more into someone I admire |
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Walking on light as the wind |
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don't need to be slim to fit in |
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As the fountain of youth disappeared with the fruit |
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so the gardens closed, but it's easy to get in |
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Some people try to touch the stars |
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Plastic fantastic such a farce |
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While the universe expands to be untouched by human hands |
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Immortality can't be bought or can it really? |
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Another day at the races, we try to stay ahead |
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of the future that changes us, but we're all mislead |
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Or values are wrong, we think we can live forever |
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but we won't be here that long |
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I don't care anyway |
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gone tomorrow but still here today |
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There are so many ways for the soul to find its home |
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I guess it's all in beliefs |
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It's God, it's Kharma, it is you and it is me |
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And all of these flavours make a believer out of me |
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Here I am doing fine |
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working my way outside the grand design |
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Won't line up like a barcode, this life is mine |
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I'll guess that what lies in the future will come to me in time |
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Methuselah's children, all Gods in this playground |
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souls are being a part of the emotional wasteland |
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Equal like seeds it's the year of the great flood |
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Wash away the dirt and the blood from our fingers |
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Only one solution be apart of their religion |
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find ourselves drowning in the ego of the many |
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Only one solution be apart of their religion |
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find ourselves drowning in the ego of the many- |
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we can't swim |
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Look at the those people they're moving in circles |
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collides at the edge of each turn |
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Look at those people I really believe |
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that their map is all wrong |
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"I was a star of a show long ago |
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do you know who I am, do you reminisce my face?" |
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"I was a cog in a wheel 'twas a square |
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I was aiming at the moon, but I landed in your living room" |
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Look at those people their circle is stretched |
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into one fragile lemming like line |
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Look at those people I cannot believe |
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that we're letting them drown |
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Media creates an illusion of company |
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but we will always be alone |
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Empires rise and they fall during lunchtime |
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but this world is all that I have... |
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Look at those people |
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Utopia waits for the blessed |
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And the rest of us trying to cling |
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to the beauty that's left in the world |
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Stand up and be counted once more |
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They're dividing the rich and the poor |
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It will never be quite like the life you lived before |
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Let them be nine hundred years |
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evolution halts no-one cares |
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When we'll draw our last breath and they're all cheating death |
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Guess who's free? |
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When the tables have turned |
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The viewpoint is new I stand at the peak |
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My dreams have come true There is no enough |
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More is what moves me now and this mirror needs a change |
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We're all Methuselah's children (Farewell beautiful May) |
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We wander the streets alone (I don't care anyway) |
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We watch as the world turns cold (Farewell beautiful May) |
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The toys we collect are fools gold (I don't care anyway) |
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And that's the price we pay |
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Slowly consumed by a dream I resent, |
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future I could prevent if I only'd understand |
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But I assume that as long as we're here |
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we just won't really care |
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Acting out the stupid nature of man... |
