| Well I think it’s fine, building jumbo planes.
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| Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
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| Switch on summer from a slot machine.
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| Get what you want to if you want, 'cause you can get anything.
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| I know we’ve come a long way,
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| We’re changing day to day,
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| But tell me, where do the children play?
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| Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
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| For your lorryloads pumping petrol gas.
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| And you make them long, and you make them tough.
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| But they just go on and on, and it seems you can’t get off.
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| Oh, I know we’ve come a long way,
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| We’re changing day to day,
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| But tell me, where do the children play?
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| When you crack the sky, scrapers fill the air.
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| Will you keep on building higher
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| 'til there’s no more room up there?
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| Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
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| Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?
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| I know we’ve come a long way,
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| We’re changing day to day,
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| But tell me, where do the children play? |