| Here is a sea of young superbass swaying,
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| I am three hundred years old, I crawled out of the darkness,
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| They stick out under the rave, powder their noses with something,
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| They are not like us.
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| And I'm not eager to climb into someone else's monastery,
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| I saw this life without embellishment.
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| Chorus:
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| Do not bend under the changing world,
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| Let it better bend under us.
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| One day it will bend under us.
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| One of my friends, he cost two, he's not used to waiting,
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| And every day is the last of the days.
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| He tested the strength of this world every moment -
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| The world has become stronger.
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| Well, sleep well, forgotten idol,
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| You took your peaks more than once.
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| Do not bend under the changing world,
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| Let it better bend under us,
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| One day it will bend under us.
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| The other kept to the channel and caught the current
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| Away from the steep banks.
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| He was like everyone else, and swam like everyone else, and now he swam -
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| No home, no friends, no enemies.
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| And his life is like fruit kefir,
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| I saw this more than once.
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| Do not bend under the changing world,
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| Let it better bend under us,
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| One day it will bend under us.
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| Let the old jeans be worn to holes long ago,
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| Let the broken-down bass wheeze.
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| Do not bend under the changing world,
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| Let it better bend under us,
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| One day the world will bend under us.
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| One day it will bend under us.
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| One day it will bend under us. |