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Long ago in a dusty village |
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full of hunger, pain and strife |
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a man came forth with a vision of truth |
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and the way to a better life |
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he was convinced he had the answer |
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and he compelled people to follow along |
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but the hunger never vanished |
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and the man was banished |
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and the village dried up and died |
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at a time when wise men peered |
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through glass tubes toward the sky |
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the heavens changed in predictable ways |
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and one man was able to find |
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that he had thought he found the answer |
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and he was quick to write his revelation |
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but as they were scutinized |
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in his colleagues eyes |
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he soon became a mockery |
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don't tell me about the answer |
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'cause then another one will come along soon |
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I don't believe you have the answer |
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I've got ideas too |
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but if you've got enough naivete |
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and you've got conviction |
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then the answer is perfect for you |
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an urban sprawl sits choking on its discharge |
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overwhelmed by industry |
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searching for a modern day savior from another place |
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inclined toward charity |
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everyone's begging for an answer |
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without regard to validity |
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the searching never ends |
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it goes on and on for eternity |