| Everybody say god is a good man
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| Ah, clock on the world
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| Driving a dump truck up to the sun
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| A sigh in the human heart
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| I look at the clock on the wall
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| It says three minutes to midnight
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| Faith is blind when we’re so near
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| Phar Lap floating in a jar
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| Seas full of submarines, A.W.A.C.'s like flies
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| Truth gets harder to define
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| Talking in tongues
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| But the dancer’s hand grips the rail
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| And fingers will blister on the 88's
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| Hope drains out of the side of the page
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| But ears can’t hear
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| What eyes don’t see
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| And you can’t see me
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| Everybody say God is a good man
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| Everybody say 1,2,3
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| Set up those gunsights in H.G. Wells backyard
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| I.C.B.M's, S.S.20's they lie so dormant they got so many
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| Remember your childhood
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| Remember the journey
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| Hope is what you say and do |