| I think there’s something you might be misunderstanding
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| Nobody’s making this up, its already been made up
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| You made it up when you said «We'll be dead by then»
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| And you were right, we’re dead
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| We were dead by then
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| We were dead on the rivers, built the dams
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| We were dead in the fertilizers, when you did your artificial things to the soil
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| We were dead in the lumber companies, and the trains when you burnt the trees
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| When you burnt up the trees to run your trains
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| Sounds sane, cause you have been at that time
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| And how much more madness have you created since then, hmm?
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| So the judgment cries across the universal mind to speak
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| To say that
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| We might need
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| Your art
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| Not need you, it depends on
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| How much calculations you can formulate in your brain
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| If you have a mind at all
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| To understand anything
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| Other than what past pleasures have brought
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| Or pains have taught
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| Or things have added up zero
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| And you play someone off as a hero
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| And then, some soldier had to die
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| And bleed
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| On the ground
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| Brother soldier, brother love, brother life, brother arms, brother highway,
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| brother holy, brother soul, who looks out and serves god and in those dull,
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| dumb mind I find
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| Not an organized religion that holds my mind
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| Woah like the wine
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| Woah like the great
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| Woah like the holy self, tanks and wells
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| And pumps
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| Into minds that have truth |