| The antique people are down in the dungeons
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| Run by machines and afraid of the tax
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| Their heads in the grave and their hands on their eyes
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| Hauling their hearts around circular tracks
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| Pretending forever their masquerade towers
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| Are not really riddled with widening cracks
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| And I wave goodbye to iron
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| And smile hello to the air
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| O the new children dance ------ I am young
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| All around the balloons ------ I will live
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| Swaying by chance ------ I am strong
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| To the breeze from the moon ------ I can give
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| Painting the sky ------ You the strange
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| With the colors of sun ------ Seed of day
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| Freely they fly ------ Feel the change
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| As all become one ------ Know the Way
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| The velocity addicts explode on the highways
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| Ignoring the journey and moving so fast
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| Their nerves fall apart and they gasp but can’t breathe
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| They run from the cops of the skeleton past
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| Petrified by tradition in a nightmare they stagger
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| Into nowhere at all and they look up aghast
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| And I wave goodbye to speed
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| And smile hello to a rose
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| O the new children play ------ I am young
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| Under the juniper trees ------ I will live
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| Sky blue or gray ------ I am strong
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| They continue at ease ------ I can give
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| Moving so slow ------ You the strange
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| That serenely they can ------ Seed of day
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| Gracefully grow ------ Feel the change
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| And yes still understand ------ Know the Way
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| The king and the queen in their castle of billboards
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| Sleepwalk down the hallways dragging behind
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| All their possessions and transient treasures
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| As they go to worship the electronic shrine
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| On which is playing the late late commercial
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| In that hollowest house of the opulent blind
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| And I wave goodbye to Mammon
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| And smile hello to a stream
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| O the new children buy ------ I am young
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| All the world for a song ------ I will live
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| Without a dime ------ I am strong
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| To which they belong ------ I can give
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| Nobody owns ------ You the strange
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| Anything anywhere ------ Seed of day
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| Everyone’s grown ------ Feel the change
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| Up so big they can share ------ Know the Way
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| The vaudeville generals cavort on the stage
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| And shatter their audience with submachine guns
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| And Freedom and Violence the acrobat clowns
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| Do a balancing act on the graves of our sons
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| While the tapdancing Emperor sings «War is peace»
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| And Love the Magician disappears in the fun
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| And I wave goodbye to murder
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| And smile hello to the rain
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| O the new children can’t ------ I am young
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| Tell a foe from a friend ------ I will live
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| Quick to enchant ------ I am strong
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| And so glad to extend ------ I can give
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| Handfuls of dawn ------ You the strange
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| To kaleidoscope men ------ Seed of day
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| Come from beyond ------ Feel the change
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| The Great Wall of Skin ------ Know the Way
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| The bloodless husbands are jesters who listen
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| Like sheep to the shrieks and commands of their wives
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| And the men who aren’t men leave the women alone
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| See them all faking love on a bed made of knives
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| Afraid to discover or trust in their bodies
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| And in secret divorce they will never survive
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| And I wave goodbye to ashes
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| And smile hello to a girl
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| O the new children kiss ------ I am young
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| They are so proud to learn ------ I will live
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| Womanwood bliss ------ I am strong
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| And the manfire that burns ------ I can give
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| Knowing no fear ------ You the strange
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| They take off their clothes ------ Seed of day
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| Honest and clear ------ Feel the change
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| As a river that flows ------ Know the Way
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| The antique people are fading out slowly
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| Like newspapers flaming in mind suicide
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| Godless and sexless directionless loons
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| Their sham sandcastles dissolve in the tide
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| They put on their deathmasks and compromise daily
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| The new children will live for the elders have died
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| And I wave goodbye to America
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| And smile hello to the world |