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Blue Smoke |
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(John Woloschuk / Dino Tome) |
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When that blue smoke gets in your eyes |
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You'll choke, choke antil you cry |
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Oh you'll die |
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Hey where you gonna hide |
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Well you can talk about the fog in London |
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But listen mister that ain't nothing |
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When that blue |
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Blue smoke gets in your eyes |
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Now long before the dinosaur had come |
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There raged a global sea from which life sprung |
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A mere few billion years passed on the clock |
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And man became the new kid on the block |
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He could think and he could talk |
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On his two legs he walked in a most peculiar way |
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But soon the very things that set him free |
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Made him a slave of his technology |
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Leonardo, cosa hai fatto tu? |
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But when that blue smoke gets in your eyes |
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You'll choke, choke antil you cry |
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Oh you'll die |
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Hey where you gonna hide |
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Well you'll be weeping like an alligator |
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And leaping like a hot potato |
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When that blue |
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Blue smoke gets in your eyes |
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Now let us turn to l'Homme Moderne and see |
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The ultimate in greed and vanity |
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He poaches leopard skins near Zanzibar |
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To line the glove compartments of his cars |
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Oh but you don't even care, you just carry on |
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Carry on your marry way |
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But you had better change your foolish ways |
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Or you'll be sorry come the judgment day |
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Oh yeah you'll see |
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You'll be sorry real soon |
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But my my my my |
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When the blue smoke gets in your eyes |
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You'll choke, choke antil you cry |
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Wonna die |
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Hey where you gonna hide |
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Well you can talk about the fog in London |
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But listen mister that ain't nothing |
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When that blue |
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Blue smoke gets in your eyes |
