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(UPS) EARTH JULY 1975 |
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Black sails knifing through the pitchblende night |
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Away from the radioactive landmass madness |
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From the silver-suited people searching out |
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Uncontaminated food and shelter on the shores |
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No glowing metal on our ship of wood only |
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Free happy crazy people naked in the universe |
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WE SPEAK EARTH TALK |
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GO RIDE THE MUSIC |
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If you smile at me you know I will understand |
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Cause that is something everybody everywhere does |
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In the same language |
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I can see by your coke my friend that you're from the other side |
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There's just one thing I got to know |
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Can you tell me please who won |
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You must try some of my purple berries |
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I been eating them for six or seven weeks now |
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Haven't got sick once |
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Probably keep us both alive |
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Wooden ships on the water very free and easy |
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Easy you know the way it's supposed to be |
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Silver people on the shoreline leave us be |
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Very free and easy |
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Sail away where the mornin sun goes high |
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Sail away where the wind blows sweet and young birds fly |
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Take a sister by her hand |
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Lead her far from this barren land |
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Horror grips us as we watch you die |
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All we can do is echo your anguished cry and |
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Stare as all you human feelings die |
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We are leaving |
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You don't need us |
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Go and take a sister by her hand |
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Lead her far from this foreign land |
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Somewhere where we might laugh again |
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We are leaving |
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You don't need us |
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Sailing ships on the water very free and easy |
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Easy you know the way it's supposed to be |
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Silver people on the shoreline leave us be |
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Very free |
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And gone |
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NO C'MON |
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GO RIDE THE MUSIC |
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C'MON RIDE IT CHILD |
