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Well, we've come a long, long way |
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Look at everything we know |
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We're getting smarter every day |
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Ah, but where's it gonna go |
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For all the words that go by |
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I've got a feeling inside |
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That after it's all said and done |
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Though we've come a long, long way |
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This old world's not much better than it was |
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Oh, it's just like the twenties |
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Machine guns were plenty |
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Every day you'd get shot up |
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All the whisky'd get bought up |
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We'd be dancing the night through |
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Just waiting until the joke's on you |
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Ah then, what do you do |
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Oh, Model Ts and Chevies |
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Just loaded with heavies |
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Shining faces like morning roses |
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Aglow with their noses |
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Pressed on your window |
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Just waiting to shine your concrete shoes |
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To the piano roll blues |
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We're flying spaceships 'round the stars |
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Getting faster by the hour |
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Pretty soon we'll be on Mars |
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Build another ivory tower |
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Through all the praise that you borrow |
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There's still hunger and sorrow |
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And after it's all said and done |
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Though we've come a long, long way |
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This old world's not much better than it was |
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Oh, it's just like the twenties |
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Machine guns were plenty |
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Every day you'd get shot up |
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All the whisky'd get bought up |
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We'd be dancing the night through |
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Just waiting until the joke's on you |
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Ah then, what do you do |
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Oh, Model Ts and Chevies |
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Just loaded with heavies |
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Shining faces like morning roses |
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Aglow with their noses |
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Pressed on your window |
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Just waiting to shine your concrete shoes |
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To the piano roll blues |
