| Fork lightning in your hall
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| Break the skin when you break the fall
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| I’ll be the one to fix it up
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| Love children of the new age
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| Just a hippy with a weekly wage
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| There’s no rebellion, just a chance to be lazy
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| When fame is in your blood
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| You follow the science of love
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| Wave the magic wand
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| And hang on
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| Now, the rest of us are living in a daze
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| Keep thinkin' 'bout the choice to be made
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| Here come the handmaidens of end time
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| Lost treasure from a primitive race
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| All your lives written on your face
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| Can’t fill the canyons of your minds
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| Now, you’ve changed (now, you’ve changed)
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| And jumbled the pieces, you’ve changed (now, you’ve changed)
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| You’re better before you talked (now, you’ve talked)
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| To a roomful of strangers
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| Here come the handmaidens of end time
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| When fame is in your blood
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| You swallow the science of love
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| Wave the magic wand
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| And all of your stars will fall
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| And all of your spells will break
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| So look out for number one
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| Fame is in your blood |