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I see a white haired man, he's got a pseudonym |
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He's telling people how they're supposed to live |
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Nobody's listening to the politician |
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No matter what sage advice he has to give |
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He's got a clumsy, outdated |
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M OAnd he's come to a fork in the road |
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And there is only one direction to go |
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Among the commuters, dwarfed by the skyscrapers |
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I watch the countless millions fighting for space |
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See hateful, petty acts, disjointed images |
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And can't believe that |
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I'm one of the same race |
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We're all just struggling to cope |
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And we come to a fork in the road |
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As we watch our foundations erode |
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There's only one direction to go |
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It's the way of the dodo, such a noble destiny |
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It's the waltz of desperation |
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Passed along to you and me |
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The way of the dodo(It's the gray stuff in your head)(It's the pulse of the living and the voices of the dead) |
