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All the screens are filled with heroes and losers |
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but the sky's still filled with stars |
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this junky palace might be on fire |
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til the winners lose desire |
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let it go let it go. |
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So tell me what you see |
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tell me what you hear |
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if it's the same as me it's the golden age. |
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Big brother tries to stitch and bend |
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but channel surfers find new friends |
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see freedom's silhouette increase |
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its time to claim that sweet release |
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let it go let it go. |
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I can see a purple patch of jacaranda |
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framed in eucalypt from this wooden floored verandah |
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heading past the watermark |
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heading for the hills |
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heading for the edge of time |
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heading for the thrills of the golden age. |
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Now tell me what you see |
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and tell me what you hear |
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if it's the same as me it's the golden age. |
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Now everybody's talking about the golden age. |
