| In the wilderness
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| Uncountable voices
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| Earplugs for the birds and the animals
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| And blinders for your beast of burden
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| The will for learning
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| These books were made for burning
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| In the wilderness
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| Beneath the ancient sand
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| Lies crushed and tanned
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| Those sapphire girls
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| May we never forget you
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| Alert status red
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| But the sun comes up instead
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| In the wilderness
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| The only place to find freedom
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| Is in the dictionary under «F»
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| Men in holes, men in caves, men in chains
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| I asked but the store clerk needn’t check
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| Man I forget which came first
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| The bad idea or me befallen by it
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| Not giving a shit
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| May we never forget you
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| Hmm, may we never forget you
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| Alert status red
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| But the sun comes up instead
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| Alert status red
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| But the sun comes up instead
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| In the wilderness
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| Senile live the zealous
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| Lost to the treasures that compel us
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| Muted down like patriots amiss
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| You know I’m jealous
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| Of how you can just turn them off
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| Those bad ideas that feel so soft
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| May they never forget you
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| Alert status red
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| But the sun comes up instead
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| Alert status red
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| But the sun comes up instead
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| Alert status red
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| But the sun comes up instead
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| Alert status red
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| But the sun comes up instead |