| You know that little clock
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| The one on your VCR
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| The one that’s always blinking twelve noon
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| 'Cause you never figured out
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| How to get in there and change it?
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| So it’s always the same time
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| Just the way it came from the factory
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| Good morning
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| Good night
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| Same time tomorrow
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| We’re in record
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| Ooohaaa
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| Ooohaaa
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| So here are the questions
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| Is time long or is it wide?
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| And the answers?
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| Sometimes the answers just come in the mail
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| And one day you get that letter
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| You’ve been waiting for forever
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| And everything it says is true
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| And then in the last line
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| It says: burn this
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| Ooohaaa
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| Ooohaaa
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| Ooohaaa
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| And I what I really want to know is
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| Are things getting better
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| Or are they getting worse?
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| Stop, stop. |
| Pause, pause. |
| We’re in record
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| Because these stories
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| That we have remembered
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| And most of them never even get written down
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| And so when they say things like
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| «We're gonna do this by the book,»
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| You have to ask «What book?,»
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| Because it would make a big difference
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| If it was Dostoyevsky or just
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| You know, Ivanhoe
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| Ooohaaa
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| Ooohaaa
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| I remember where I came from;
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| There were burning buildings
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| And a fiery red sea
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| I remember all my lovers
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| I remember how they held me
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| Ooohaaa
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| Ooohaaa
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| East, East. |
| The edge of the world
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| West, West. |
| Those who came before me
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| We’re in record
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| Ooohaaa
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| Come here little girl
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| Get into the car
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| It’s a brand new Cadillac
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| Bright red
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| Come here little girl
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| Ooohaaa
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| Ooohaaa
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| When my father died we put him in the ground
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| When my father died it was
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| Like a whole library had burned down
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| Stop, stop. |
| Pause, pause
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| Ooohaaa
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| Ooohaaa
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| Same time tomorrow
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| And wild beasts shall rest there
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| And owls shall answer one another there
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| And the hairy ones shall dance there
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| And sirens in the temples of pleasure
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| Speak my language
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| Good night |