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The dark cloak of winter's war left a future still unsure |
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Sitting in a class of the future's past |
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We saw a list of dates |
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And we knew we would last to see them all1984 was a year to fear, hope was dead, a police state here |
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Halley's comet was to fly by and we would see a shining in the night sky |
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Now 2001 is soon to come and just as soon will have come and gone |
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Nothing changes |
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Standing at the crossroads of what is, will be and was |
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The obvious eludes us not because the zeros line up |
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We should change our way of thought |
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More, if we do not, the way ahead is dangerously fraught |
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And if we did the things we all know to be right |
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Left would be the childish fears of danger in the night |
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We, each of us are fine |
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For we have all heard the word |
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But grouped together, |
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Babel's triumph stampedes the thoughtless herd |
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Nothing changes |
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Nothing changes and nothing stays the same |
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And life is still a simple game |
