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Well, we know what makes the flowers grow, but we don't know why |
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And we all have the knowledge of DNA, but we still die |
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We perch so thin and fragile here upon the land |
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And the earth that moves beneath us, we don't understand |
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So we rush towards the Judgement Day, when she reclaims |
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A toast to the Luddite martyrs then, who died in vain |
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Down at the lab they're working still, finishing off |
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How do we tell the people in the white coats |
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Enough is enough? |
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Hey, hey, I listen to you pray as if some help will come |
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Hey, hey, She will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone |
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You and I we made no suicide pact, we didn't want to die |
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But we watch the wall, little darling, while the chemical trucks go by |
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This desperate imitation, now, of innocence |
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Those last few days at Jonestown ain't got nothing on this |
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Hey, hey, I listen to you pray as if some help will come |
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Hey, hey, she will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone |
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Now beneath the fitted carpets, beyond the padded cells |
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Within these crimes of passion, the naked truth she dwells |
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And this fury's just a part and this thunder's just a part |
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Desire is just a part, the cracking ice, the splitting rock |
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Hey, hey, I listen to you pray as if some help will come |
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Hey, hey, She will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone |
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Hey, hey, to the suicide day, the blind man blunders on |
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Hey, hey, She will dance on our graves when we are dead and gone |
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As children learn about the world, we built that wall of sand |
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Along the beach we laboured hard with our bare hands |
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We worked until the sun went down beneath the waves |
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And the tide came rolling splashing in, washed the wall away |
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How do we tell the people in the white coats |
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Enough is enough? |
