| As I was taught to lead
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| I was fed well
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| On what had come before
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| Everyone who had ever lived
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| Left a lesson
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| Regarding what’s in store
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| They were just like you and me
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| Guessing their asses off
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| Oh yes, they tried to guess well
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| It’s our turn now, I hope we’re forgiven
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| Chalk it up to knowledge and change
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| And life itself
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| And as I shall learn to follow
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| I’ll feed the leaders
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| With everything I can
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| They’ll bring revolutions
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| That try as I may
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| I just won’t understand
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| They will be just like you and me
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| Pretending they’re not guessing
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| As if we couldn’t tell
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| It’ll be their turn then, I hope we can forgive them
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| Chalk it up to knowledge and change
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| And life itself
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| It seems a cycle that we all seem to share
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| The passing from hand to hand of our pride and despair
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| Both parent and child cry apathy but everybody cares
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| And then we vanish in thin air
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| And only time is there
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| Time and a legacy
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| History holds questions for everyone
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| A story that’s only just begun
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| Blind passed the goddamn horizon
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| Sees more than father less than son
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| Life and death merely pretending
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| We’re part of the infinite ending
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| We are gonna teach and learn
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| We’re gonna get fed well
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| And then we shall feed
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| We, we are ancient
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| We are brand spanking new
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| We shall follow and lead
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| ‘Cause we are simply you and me
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| In proving our traditions
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| On the brink of heaven and hell
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| We each get a turn
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| And then we’re forgiven
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| And we call it knowledge and change
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| And life itself
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| And we call it knowledge and change
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| And life itself
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| And we call it knowledge and change
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| And life |