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Many years ago, he looked out through a glassless window |
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All that he could see was Babylon |
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Beautiful green fields and dreams and learn to measure the stars |
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But there was a worry in his heart |
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He said, "How could it come to this? |
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I'm really worried about living |
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How could it come to this? |
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Yeah, I really want to know about this" |
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Is it like today? Ah, ah |
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Then there came a day, moved out across the Mediterranean |
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Came to western isles and the Greek young men |
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And with their silver beards they laughed at the unknown of the universe |
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They could sit and guess God's name |
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But they said, "How could it come to this? |
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We're really worried about living |
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How could it come to this? |
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Yeah, we really want to know about this" |
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Is it like today? Ah, ah |
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Then there followed days of kings, empires and revolution |
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Blood just looks the same when you open the veins |
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But sometimes it was faith, power or reason as the cornerstone |
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But the furrowed brow has never left his face |
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He said, "How could it come to this? |
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We've living in a landslide |
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How could it come to this? |
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Yeah, we really want to know about this" |
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Is it like today? Ah, ah |
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Then there came a day, man packed up flew off from the planet |
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He went to the moon, to the moon |
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Now he's out in space, hey, fixing all the problems |
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He comes face to face with God |
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He says, "How could it come to this? |
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I'm really worried about my creation |
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How did it comes to this? |
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You're really killing me, you know" |
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It isn't just today? Ah, ah |
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Is it like today? Ah, ah |
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Is it like today? Ah, bang |
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Ooh, aah, ooh |
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Many years ago, he looked out through a glassless window |
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Didn't understand, watch what he saw |