| The elderly club, shirt and yoke
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| They ride in tacatacas and organize a tour
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| They enter pits and refuel medication
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| Oh, they're only thirty-two and their hedonism struck them down
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| Can't you see, can't you see?
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| No more doctrines of faith
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| No theories, just some illusionist
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| And now there's more, much more
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| We love lies if they are true
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| The parade has already started to stumble
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| Europe needs men with more courage
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| And not kids with bangs in pop bands
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| One hundred thousand hectares of neurons made carbon
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| The economy, the glow, if God has resigned, here I go
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| Can't you see, can't you see?
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| No more doctrines of faith
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| No theories, just some illusionist
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| And now there's more, much more
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| We love lies if they are true
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| Anything goes and so you no longer have to think
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| They head to a storefront
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| They'll tear him to shreds if they don't see his image
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| Revolution!
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| But who is your enemy? |
| No one
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| Like dwarfs who think they are giants
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| always marching forward
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| Which is the reason?
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| Chinese stories for children from Japan
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| You know God for God is four
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| You know God for God is four
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| crazy world of fools
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| crazy world of fools
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| You know God for God is four
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| You know God for God is four
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| crazy world of fools
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| Let the misguided listen to me |