| The wind had bent the crop when the mountebanks
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| Came back from the hop
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| Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light
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| And took the path to their next plunder or fight
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| The rain had beaten down the corn
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| When the mountebanks came back in the morn
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| Lonely on the road, the drivers of the night followed the light
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| And took the path to their next plunder or fight
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| After a hard day far from the land of the sky
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| The cardboard clouds returned home without a cry
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| The lights went out one by one
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| But this day was not like another one
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| The night woke up like a badly washed bitch
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| And the voice of the wind was going off pitch
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| I was always on the rack !
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| Like a wave that the beach throw back
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| ‘Cause she thinks she ‘s looking too ugly
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| Or maybe cause she ‘s looking too lovely
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| Like a star lost in the sky
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| I had just one friend, my cry
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| And I heard people play and I heard people say:
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| «This year the crop will not be good
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| However we have worked as much as we could»
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| Roaming under mechanical moonbeams I was going down in my dreams
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| Without a look and well oiled
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| I was alone with my world
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| Like the blind of the electric flock
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| But I knew that I would give them a shock
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| My saturated heart cried his pain
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| But what was rolling in my brain?
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| I tried to forget what was said in the books
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| All their stories of crops and crooks
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| But somehow I can not talk
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| I still had this electronic walk
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| Like the blind sheep of the electronic flock
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| But I knew that I would give them a shock
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| My saturated heart cried out his pain
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| And my revolt broke out off my brain !
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| They were looking at me with big eyes of ice
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| But for me it was so nice
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| I was free ! |
| I was me !
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| No more what they want me to be
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| Like the blind sheep of the electricflock
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| But I knew that I would give them a shock
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| And the rain did not beatdown the corn
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| It had been cut this morn |