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Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson |
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I see the middle kingdom between heaven and earth |
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Like the chinese call the country of their birth |
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We all figure that our homes are set above |
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Other people than the ones we know and love |
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In every place with a name |
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They play the same territorial game |
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Hiding behind the lines |
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Sending up warning signs |
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The whole wide world |
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An endless universe |
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Yet we keep looking through |
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The eyeglass in reverse |
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Don't feed the people |
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But we feed the machines |
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Can't really feel |
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What international means |
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In different circles |
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We keep holding our ground |
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In different circles |
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We keep spinning round and round |
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We see so many tribes -- overrun and undermined |
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While their invaders dream of lands they've left behind |
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Better people -- better food -- and better beer |
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Why move around the world when eden was so near? |
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The bosses get talking so tough |
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And if that wasn't evil enough |
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We get the drunken and passionate pride |
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Of the citizens along for the ride |
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They shoot without shame |
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In the name of a piece of dirt |
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For a change of accent |
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Or the colour of your shirt |
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Better the pride that resides |
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In a citizen of the world |
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Than the pride that divides |
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When a colourful rag is unfurled |