| The lighthouse winks across the water
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| Blue-white streamers; |
| a beacon of light
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| Standing empty, whitewashed tower
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| Where progress and man pass like ships in the night
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| We’re watching the right hand
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| Not watching the left hand
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| Soon we’ll be watching the world turn
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| With no hands at all
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| We’re really amazing
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| This trail we are blazing
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| Burning the bridge between our rise and fall…
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| A weathered old man, tending the flame
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| Lit a big fire for the child in me
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| Salty dog in a shoreline castle--
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| Being replaced by a chip in the sea
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| We’re watching the right hand
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| Not watching the left hand
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| Soon we’ll be watching the world turn
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| With no hands at all
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| We’re really amazing
|
| This trail we are blazing
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| Burning the bridge between our rise and fall…
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| We used to dig! |
| lift! |
| heave!
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| Now it has turned to it
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| Programs! |
| computes!
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| But hardly understands…
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| A wave of progress is rising and rising
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| Rising over this figure of our history
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| Washing away years of tradition
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| A life and love buried at sea
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| Set adrift among the neon and fast food
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| Countless forms and manpower cues
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| A castaway on a push button planet
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| Where progress is measured by how much you lose
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| We’re watching the right hand
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| Not watching the left hand
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| Soon we’ll be watching the world turn
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| With no hands at all
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| We’re really amazing
|
| This trail we are blazing
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| Burning the bridge between our rise and fall… |