| Loosen the wire, your time has expired,
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| the only word left is goodbye.
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| In my new dream the light’s shining on me;
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| little needles of sodium unstitch the seams of the sky.
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| Hold your head higher, the heavenly choir
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| is settling in for the night,
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| and where I had friends, I am left with loose ends;
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| four hours of vision exchanged for four hours of fright.
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| But enough of the fight,
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| enough you and I,
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| enough of prevail or walk in the light.
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| While the angels stand by I get high as a kite.
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| I’m too tired to smile
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| or know that I’m right.
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| Am I right?
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| And all our best-laid plans, well, they crumbled in our hands;
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| the Progress of Man.
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| You held in your breath long after projections of death,
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| you sat in the waiting gasping and rasped for a fan.
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| But the audience is tired; |
| we’ve had enough fire,
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| we’re entereing the age now of ice.
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| And I, feeling older, pull off to the shoulder
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| and wonder, with my head in my hands, should I call my wife
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| and say enough 'you and I,'
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| enough of 'the fight,'
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| enough of 'prevail'or 'walk in the light.'
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| While the angels stand by I get high as a kite.
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| I’m too tired to smile
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| or know that I’m right.
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| And when the spacecraft came down
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| I was left on the ground.
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| Will you keep me around,
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| will you help me survive
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| after my time? |