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Oh, you pretty things |
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Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane |
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Oh, you pretty things |
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Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane |
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Let me make it plain |
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You gotta make way for the homo superior |
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Wake up, you sleepy heads |
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Put on some clothes, shake up your beds |
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Put another log on the fire for me |
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I need some breakfast and coffee |
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I look out my window and what do I see |
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A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me |
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All the strangers came today |
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And it looks as though they're here to stay |
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What are we coming to |
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There's no room for me, no fun for you |
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I think about a world to come |
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Where the books were found by the golden one |
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Written in pain, written in awe |
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By the puzzled man who questioned what we were here for |
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All the strangers came today |
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And it looks as though they're here to stay |
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Oh, you pretty things |
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Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane |
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Oh, you pretty things |
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Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane |
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Let me make it plain |
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You gotta make way for the homo superior |
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Look at your children |
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Their faces in golden rays |
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Don't kid yourself they belong to you |
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They're the start of the coming race |
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The earth is a beast, we've finished our news |
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Homo sapiens have outgrown their use |
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All the strangers came today |
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And it looks as though they're here to stay |
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Oh, you pretty things |
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Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane |
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Oh, you pretty things |
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Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane |
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Let me make it plain |
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You gotta make way for the homo superior |
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Oh, you pretty things |
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Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane |
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Oh, you pretty things |
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Don't you know you're driving your mamas and papas insane |
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Let me make it plain |
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You gotta make way for the homo superior |
