| Our carpets are worn and all our curtains torn.
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| But the mood carries on, and on and on beyond, till it’s gone.
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| It seems like five thousand years have come and gone
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| And still it’s left undone.
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| In circles and space, the vast inhuman race
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| The strain will show, when empty breezes blow, going no place.
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| It seems like five thousand years have come and gone
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| And still it’s left undone.
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| The changes in time will steal your youth and mine
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| With shaking heads, we lie in unmade beds, counting the nights.
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| It seems like five thousand years have come and gone
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| And still it’s left undone.
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| Will you let me in? |
| I’m just a long lost friend.
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| You can’t tell these days just what a man intends.
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| Is it day? |
| Or is it night?
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| I don’t know. |
| Can’t tell. |
| I don’t know.
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| But you reap what you sow, that’s how it goes
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| We made the bed and look where it led
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| Is it where we wanted to go?
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| Well who’s to know.
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| The jackal and the fox, won’t spoil your window box
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| Who needs a world outside? |
| Your T.V.'s twice as wide.
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| Is it day? |
| Or is it night?
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| I don’t know. |
| Can’t tell. |
| I don’t know.
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| But you reap what you sow, that’s how it goes.
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| We made the bed and look where it’s led.
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| Is it where we wanted to go, well who’s to know
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| Who’s to know, who’s to know, who’s to know ???
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| No one dares to walk along the boulevard
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| In case they catch you off your guard
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| When the lights are off and there is no one there
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| Then they catch you unawares.
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| Nervousness is showing in the whites of your eyes
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| Suspicious of the other guy
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| Talking is a luxury that you can’t afford
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| When everybody’s paranoid.
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| It seems like five thousand years have come and gone (Rep. x 3)
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| It seems like five thousand years have come and gone.
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| And still it’s left undone. |