| The Freeways were still alive
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| See the People for Miles and Miles
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| We were searching for a place to hide
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| Easy rider meets the end of time
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| You were young and i was wild
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| And they blew down the buildings
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| And we stood in lines for bread
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| Just like Mother Russia back when she was still Red
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| And they said
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| Ding Dong The Witch is Dead
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| From the shores of Nantucket to Los Angeles
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| She was swallowed up in petty greed
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| In New York City
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| The sun doesn’t shine
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| And Hollywood
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| Is covered in vines
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| They dug up treasure from the Mayan Times
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| But the fire in their breast
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| Burned like a funeral Pyre
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| The museums are closing
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| And the animals all fled
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| Down deep in the City
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| Liberty’s lost her head
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| And they said
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| Ding Dong The Witch is dead
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| From the bars of Milwaukee to the Forests of Bend
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| She was driven out of the city on her own Stench
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| Bridge-
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| So Tell me a story
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| And make it sweet
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| Like a tale from a dream
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| There is a city of gold up in the sky
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| A place where we never die |