| Look a little harder through your telescope,
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| Careful you’re not taken by a trick of smoke.
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| Look a little harder through your telescope,
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| And tell me what you see.
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| Giants in the mountains or snakes in grass?
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| Wipe away the sweat from your spine glass.
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| Steady with the hand or a chance for pass,
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| Tell me what you see.
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| We’re stuck right in the desert
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| With only drops to drink.
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| We were child, we were child.
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| Wheels have stopped their turning
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| We’re standing at the brink.
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| We were child, we were child.
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| Facing nor deceasing but there might be time
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| Heard the crazy rumors of the milk and wine
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| If only we’ve the bottle and the strength of spine
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| The future’s not so bleak.
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| Two weeks in the desert,
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| A bird to be extinct.
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| We were child, we were child.
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| Throats are baked in burden
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| We’re choking at the brink.
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| We were child, we were child.
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| So look a little harder through your telescope,
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| Careful you’re not taken by a loss of hope
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| Look a little harder through your telescope
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| And tell me what you see, tell me what you see,
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| Please, tell me what you see. |