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Hawkwind |
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Lyric Book |
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Spirit Of The Age |
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( - Brock - Calvert - ) |
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I would've liked you to have been deep frozen too |
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And waiting still as fresh in your flesh for my |
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return to earth |
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But your father refused to sign the forms to freeze you |
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Let's see you'd be about 60 now, and long dead |
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by the time I return to earth |
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My time held dreams were full of you as you were |
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when I left, still underage |
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Your android replica is playing up again |
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it's no joke |
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When she comes she moans another's name |
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But that's the spirit of the age, that's the |
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spirit of tha age |
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I am a clone, I am not alone |
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Every fibre of my flesh and bone is identical to |
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the others |
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Everything I say is in the same tone as my test |
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tube brother's voice |
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And there's no choice between us, if you had ever |
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seen us you'd rejoice in your uniqueness |
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And consider every weakness something special of |
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your own |
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Being a clone I have no flaws to identify |
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Even this doggerel that pours from my pen |
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Has just been written by another twenty |
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telepathic men |
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Word for word it says |
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"Oh, for the wings of any bird other than a |
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battery hen". |
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