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Well I'm as old as the hills |
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And young as the day |
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Nobody sees things, in quite the same way |
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Computers and shovels, churches and brothels |
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Mannequins and skeletons, cities and dustbowls |
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Here we go here we go again |
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Hear the clamour of the feeding pen |
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New day new way all my friends can say |
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Cyclone fences in the cybernetic orchard |
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Miracle drugs, discount bulk purchase |
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Sacred in the forest, fast food in the kiosk |
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Cardboard dinners and the saints and the sinners |
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I don't want to run and hide |
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I've seen it all from either side |
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Truth and fiction must collide someday |
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God knows, God knows, God knows it's been fun |
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Ah, sweet sensation, the oldest temptation |
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Now throughout the ages, we've been a' turning all those pages |
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Now each generation you've got to choose a new location |
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Got to reach out, got to sync up, build up, get up, to a stronger foundation |
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God knows, God knows, God knows it's been fun |
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(Garrett/Moginie) |
