| Wake up you sleepy head
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| Put on some clothes, shake up your bed
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| Put another log on the fire for me
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| I’ve made some breakfast and coffee
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| Look out my window and what do I see
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| A crack in the sky and a hand reaching down to me
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| All the nightmares came today
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| And it looks as though they’re here to stay
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| What are we coming to
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| No room for me, no fun for you
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| I think about a world to come
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| Where the books were found by the Golden ones
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| Written in pain, written in awe
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| By a puzzled man who questioned
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| What we were here for
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| All the strangers came today
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| And it looks as though they’re here to stay
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| Oh you Pretty Things
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| Don’t you know you’re driving your
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| Mamas and Papas insane
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| Oh you Pretty Things
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| Don’t you know you’re driving your
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| Mamas and Papas insane
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| Let me make it plain
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| You gotta make way for the Homo Superior
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| Look out at your children
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| See their faces in golden rays
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| Don’t kid yourself they belong to you
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| They’re the start of a coming race
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| The earth is a bitch
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| We’ve finished our news
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| Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use
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| All the strangers came today
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| And it looks as though they’re here to stay
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| Oh you Pretty Things
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| Don’t you know you’re driving your
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| Mamas and Papas insane
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| Oh you Pretty Things
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| Don’t you know you’re driving your
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| Mamas and Papas insane
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| Let me make it plain
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| You gotta make way for the Homo Superior |