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The antique people are down in the dungeons |
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Run by machines and afraid of the tax |
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Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes |
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Hauling their hearts around circular tracks |
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Pretending forever their masquerade towers |
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Are not really riddled with widening cracks |
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And i wave goodbye to iron |
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And smile hello to the air |
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O the new children dance ------ i am young |
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All around the balloons ------ i will live |
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Swaying by chance ------ i am strong |
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To the breeze from the moon ------ i can give |
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Painting the sky ------ you the strange |
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With the colors of sun ------ seed of day |
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Freely they fly ------ feel the change |
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As all become one ------ know the way |
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The velocity addicts explode on the highways |
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Ignoring the journey and moving so fast |
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Their nerves fall apart and they gasp but can't breathe |
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They run from the cops of the skeleton past |
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Petrified by tradition in a nightmare they stagger |
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Into nowhere at all and they look up aghast |
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And i wave goodbye to speed |
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And smile hello to a rose |
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O the new children play ------ i am young |
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Under the juniper trees ------ i will live |
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Sky blue or gray ------ i am strong |
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They continue at ease ------ i can give |
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Moving so slow ------ you the strange |
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That serenely they can ------ seed of day |
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Gracefully grow ------ feel the change |
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And yes still understand ------ know the way |
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The king and the queen in their castle of billboards |
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Sleepwalk down the hallways dragging behind |
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All their possessions and transient treasures |
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As they go to worship the electronic shrine |
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On which is playing the late late commercial |
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In that hollowest house of the opulent blind |
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And i wave goodbye to mammon |
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And smile hello to a stream |
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O the new children buy ------ i am young |
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All the world for a song ------ i will live |
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Without a dime ------ i am strong |
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To which they belong ------ i can give |
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Nobody owns ------ you the strange |
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Anything anywhere ------ seed of day |
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Everyone's grown ------ feel the change |
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Up so big they can share ------ know the way |
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The vaudeville generals cavort on the stage |
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And shatter their audience with submachine guns |
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And freedom and violence the acrobat clowns |
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Do a balancing act on the graves of our sons |
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While the tapdancing emperor sings 'war is peace' |
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And love the magician disappears in the fun |
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And i wave goodbye to murder |
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And smile hello to the rain |
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O the new children can't ------ i am young |
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Tell a foe from a friend ------ i will live |
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Quick to enchant ------ i am strong |
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And so glad to extend ------ i can give |
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Handfuls of dawn ------ you the strange |
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To kaleidoscope men ------ seed of day |
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Come from beyond ------ feel the change |
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The great wall of skin ------ know the way |
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The bloodless husbands are jesters who listen |
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Like sheep to the shrieks and commands of their wives |
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And the men who aren't men leave the women alone |
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See them all faking love on a bed made of knives |
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Afraid to discover or trust in their bodies |
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And in secret divorce they will never survive |
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And i wave goodbye to ashes |
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And smile hello to a girl |
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O the new children kiss ------ i am young |
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They are so proud to learn ------ i will live |
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Womanwood bliss ------ i am strong |
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And the manfire that burns ------ i can give |
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Knowing no fear ------ you the strange |
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They take off their clothes ------ seed of day |
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Honest and clear ------ feel the change |
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As a river that flows ------ know the way |
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The antique people are fading out slowly |
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Like newspapers flaming in mind suicide |
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Godless and sexless directionless loons |
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Their sham sandcastles dissolve in the tide |
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They put on their deathmasks and compromise daily |
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The new children will live for the elders have died |
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And i wave goodbye to america |
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And smile hello to the world |