| The city sets the motion
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| And the people feel its pace
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| Where it stops I have no motion
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| And the prospect is so hard to face
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| My room was dim I wished for better
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| But what I gained was so much worse
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| This concrete’s garden is overgrowing
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| And the city life is just a curse
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| There’s building reaching out they’re all around me
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| Stone fingers up to the sky
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| Keeping out the sun and air that’s all around me
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| Choked by these weeds I cry
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| It’s the age of progress, it’s the time for change
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| In the shadows of progress we all lie
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| It’s the age of progress, it’s the time for change
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| In the shadows of progress we all cry
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| Long time ago the world lost Eden
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| But we need not live in a wreckers yard
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| I find it hard to point my finger
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| When I have also taken part
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| Like the people with their heads in sand
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| Life’s parades gone by
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| «We never saw or heard a word» they sang
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| They raised their head and they cried
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| It’s the age of progress, it’s the time for change
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| In the shadows of progress we all lie
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| It’s the age of progress, it’s the time for change
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| In the shadows of progress we all cry |