| What’s it gonna take
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| What’s it gonna take
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| To free, the celestial bodies
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| From way down here it looks so small
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| From up there it looks so small
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| One peculiar organism, aren’t we all together
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| Everybody steps on ants
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| Everybody eats the plants
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| Everybody knows to dance even with just one finger
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| What’s it gonna take
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| What’s it gonna take
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| To free, the celestial bodies
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| When I took another look
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| The past was not a history book
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| That was just my linear perception
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| Ash to ask and dust to dusk
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| Dime a dozen, aren’t we just
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| And a dozen dimes will buy a crust of garlic bread
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| What’s it gonna take
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| What’s it gonna take
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| To free, the celestial bodies
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| When I say celestial
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| I mean extra-terrestrial
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| I mean accepting the alien you’ve rejected in your own heart
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| When I say heart I mean finished
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| The last one there is a potato Knish
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| Baking too long in the sun of spud infinity
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| When I say infinity I mean now
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| Kiss the one you are right now
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| Kiss your body up and down other than your elbows
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| 'Cuz as for your elbows they’re on their own
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| Wandering like a rolling stone
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| Rubbing up against the edges of experience
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| What’s it gonna take
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| What’s it gonna take
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| What’s it gonna take
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| What’s it gonna take
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| To free, the celestial bodies |