| What are they doing here?
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| Something so familiar to my ears
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| Well they move like ancient science fiction on
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| The vacuum screen
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| And they sing of love and loneliness and
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| Different shades of green
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| Drownin in a lake of tears
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| Seems like they’ve been doing it for years
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| Ringing in my ears
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Well we listen on in silence, memorizing line and verse
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| Though the poetry is awful and the imagery is worse
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| Doesen’t it seem absurd?
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| Little children learning every single word
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| And they mimic words and phrases of a
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| Hundred years ago
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| And observe a moments silence for the guy who
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| Wrote Hey Joe
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| Matthew said it best at Janes
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| Though the maidens gone, her innocence remains
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| We sing on in chains
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Well I’m laughing at the waitress and they’re
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| Starving in the street
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| And they’re charging more for wonder and
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| They’re burning fields of wheat
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| Am I crazy, was it really only 20 years ago?
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| Or more or less, I’m not so sure
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| Raised on Classic Rock
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da
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| Bob ba da bop ba da ba da |