| It was a slow day
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| And the sun was beating
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| On the soldiers by the side of the road
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| There was a bright light
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| A shattering of shop windows
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| The bomb in the baby carriage
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| Was wired to the radio
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| These are the days of miracle and wonder
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| This is the long distance call
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| The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
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| The way we look to us all
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| The way we look to a distant constellation
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| That’s dying in a corner of the sky
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| These are the days of miracle and wonder
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| And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
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| Don’t cry
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| It was a dry wind
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| And it swept across the desert
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| And it curled into the circle of birth
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| And the dead sand
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| Falling on the children
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| The mothers and the fathers
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| And the automatic earth
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| These are the days of miracle and wonder
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| This is the long distance call
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| The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
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| The way we look to us all
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| The way we look to a distant constellation
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| That’s dying in a corner of the sky
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| These are the days of miracle and wonder
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| And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
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| Don’t cry
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| It’s a turn-around jump shot
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| It’s everybody jump start
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| It’s every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
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| Medicine is magical and magical is art
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| The boy in the bubble
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| And the baby with the baboon heart
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| And I believe
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| These are the days of lasers in the jungle
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| Lasers in the jungle somewhere
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| Staccato signals of constant information
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| A loose affiliation of millionaires
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| And billionaires and baby
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| These are the days of miracle and wonder
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| This is the long distance call
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| The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
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| The way we look to us all
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| The way we look to a distant constellation
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| That’s dying in a corner of the sky
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| These are the days of miracle and wonder
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| And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
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| Don’t cry |