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It was a slow day |
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And the sun was beating |
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On the soldiers by the side of the road |
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There was a bright light |
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A shattering of shop windows |
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The bomb in the baby carriage |
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Was wired to the radio, and |
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These are the days of miracle and wonder |
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This is the long-distance call |
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The way the camera follows us in slow-mo |
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The way we look to us all |
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The way we look to a distant constellation |
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That's dying in a corner of the sky |
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These are the days of miracle and wonder |
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And don't cry, baby, don't cry, don't cry |
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It was a dry wind |
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And it swept across the desert |
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And it curled into the circle of birth |
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And the dead sand |
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Falling on the children |
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The mothers and the fathers |
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And the automatic earth |
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These are the days of miracle and wonder |
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This is the long-distance call |
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The way the camera follows us in slow-mo |
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The way we look to us all, oh, yeah |
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The way we look to a distant constellation |
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That's dying in a corner of the sky |
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These are the days of miracle and wonder |
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And don't cry, baby, don't cry, don't cry |
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It's a turn-around jump shot |
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It's everybody jump start |
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It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts |
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Medicine is magical and magical is art |
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Think of the boy in the bubble |
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And the baby with the baboon heart |
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And I believe |
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These are days of lasers in the jungle |
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Lasers in the jungle somewhere |
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Staccato signals of constant information |
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A loose affiliation of millionaires |
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And billionaires, and, baby |
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These are the days of miracle and wonder |
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This is the long-distance call |
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The way the camera follows us in slow-mo |
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The way we look to us all, oh, yeah |
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The way we look to a distant constellation |
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That's dying in a corner of the sky |
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These are the days of miracle and wonder |
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And don't cry, baby, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry |
