| Many years ago, he
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| 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
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| And learn to measure the stars
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| But there was a worry in his heart
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| He said
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| 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 wanna know about this
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| Is it like today?
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| Uh, uh-uh
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| Then there came a day, moved
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| Out cross the Mediterranean
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| Came to rest on isles and the Greek young men
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| And with their silver beards they laughed
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| At the unknown of the universe
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| They could just sit and guess God’s name
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| But they said, (hey)
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| 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?
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| Oh, oh-oh
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| Then there followed days of kings
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| Empires and revolution
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| Blood just looks the same
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| When you open the veins
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| And 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
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| How could it come to this?
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| We’re really living in a landslide
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| How could it come to this?
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| Yeah we really wanna know about this
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| Is it like today?
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| Oh, oh-oh
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| Then there came a day, man
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| Packed up, flew off from the planet
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| He went to the moon (to the moon)
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| To, (to the moon) 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
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| How could it come to this
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| I’m really worried 'bout my creation
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| How did it come to this
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| You’re really killing me you know
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| It isn’t just a day
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| Oh, oh-oh
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| Is it like today?
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| Eh? |
| Ah
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| Is it like today?
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| Oh, Bang!
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| Oooh
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| Many years ago, he
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| Looked out through a glassless window
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| Didn’t understand, much what he saw |