| Well I’ve been hanging downside up
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| Feeling really banged up
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| Wishing everybody would shut up
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| In the village of the sun
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| Well, it’s more than just a little bit loud
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| But are we more than just a little proud
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| To think that the opinions of rocks and of clouds
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| Would even give us recognition
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| Though I echo, it decays
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| I hear a sound that is delayed
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| And I know that help is on the way
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| To the village of the sun
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| To the powers that be
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| To the powers that be
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| To an hour to be
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| Is it the intention of that child
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| To be a bastard in the wild
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| Eventually move to his inventions
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| Like the invention of a cannon
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| Of course a cannon makes a ruckus
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| Or like the lady in that circus
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| We could try and maybe fly us
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| Right out the village of the sun
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| To the powers that be
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| To the powers that be
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| To an hour to be
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| Well, maybe I’ve said enough
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| And I wasn’t trying to be all funny
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| And I wasn’t trying to be all tough
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| And I’m almost done
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| Doesn’t matter what I say
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| Or for that matter what sayeth thee
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| And ain’t that the way
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| In the village of the sun
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| To the powers that be
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| To the powers that be
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| To an hour to be
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| To the powers that be
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| To the powers that be
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| To an hour to be |