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Let me shout its common cause for things to fall apart |
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For radicals to ruin all that's right |
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I don't mean to flout the laws of government or heart |
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I just don't want to lose your eyes |
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Wait for the ocean-bottled news |
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Fly-bys and radio balloons |
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We will sing of lesser traits |
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and play them for the magistrate |
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In groups of four or eight or twelve |
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Until they say "we might as well" |
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Grocery stores and cannonballs |
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Line up on my list of things I'll remember when I'm old |
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Water towers and Mid-west plains still in the abyss |
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Left unseen 'til we're further up the road |
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Wait for the static stat airwaves |
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Land-locked ocean-side parades |
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We will bring our new debates |
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And sing them for the magistrate |
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In groups of four or eight or twelve |
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Until they say "we might as well" |
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Hey, hey, hey, we might as well |
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These days are not fast |
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Times will not last |
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So they say, but I'm having trouble believing |
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Try to settle soft in the canopy we've lost |
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As you dance and sway and kiss with Costa Ricans |
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These days are not fast |
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Times will not last |
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So they say, but I'm having trouble believing |
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Try to settle soft in the canopy we've lost |
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You are getting all you can from my hurting, from my hurting |