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You were not the first to arrive |
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Will not be the last to survive |
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The pigs and the oxen we bound to the wheel |
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Turn it off, turn it off |
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You are not the last of this house |
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Or the first to go over the side |
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Remember the wrecks of those elegant ships |
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Turn it off, turn it off |
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Look with century eyes, they make you go blind |
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Galloping into the void |
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You are rolling your eyes like a horse |
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All to turn form the beam |
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From the eye of that screen |
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Turn it off, turn it off |
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With our backs to the arch |
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And the wreck of our kind |
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We will stare straight ahead |
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For the rest of our lives |
