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Well the sheaves have all been brought |
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But the fields have washed away |
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And the palaces now stand |
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Where the coffins all were laid |
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And the times we see ahead |
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We must glaze with rosy hues |
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For what we don't wish to admit |
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What it is we have to lose |
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Millenia in comin' |
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The modern age is here |
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It sanctifies the future |
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Yet renders us with fear |
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So many theories, so many prophecies |
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What we do need is a change of ideas |
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When we are scared we can hide in our reveries |
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But what we need is a change of ideas |
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Change of ideas, change of ideas |
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What we need now is a change of ideas |
