| Hope by and by, hope by and by*
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| Motes in the eye, portcullis is shut…
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| A skull isn’t much
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| Of a c-c-castle to live in
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| When I know that the change is going to come,
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| The change has got to come.
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| Explosions in the brain attest to it.
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| Evolution down the drain —
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| Let all the rest do it.
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| Oh yeah, the only result
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| Is cumulative drek.
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| It won’t be the drug,
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| It won’t be the sex,
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| It’s got to be the Faculty X.
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| Looking for a method, I play a straight bat,
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| Throw away the chances to slip.
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| Yeah, you talk about the average —
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| I don’t care about that
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| And my words are only giving me lip
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| When I know that the change has got to come,
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| The change has got to come,
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| Or what am I living for?
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| Or why am I here?
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| I’m running, I give in more,
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| Far away from the near.
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| Go meta-physical world,
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| The sign that protects.
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| It wasn’t the last,
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| It won’t be the next,
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| It’s Faculty X.
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| Reading seers, sages, prophets, obscurantist tracts,
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| Draining the elixir to the dregs;
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| Active yeast in the bottom is on the attack
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| And it leaves me without any legs to stand on.
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| Still I hope that the change will come.
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| Meanwhile I don’t know,
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| I think I’ll have to go,
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| Go for the governing body
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| My consciousness elects.
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| It won’t be so clear,
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| It won’t be direct,
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| It’s all that I fear,
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| It’s all I suspect
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| And I’ll disappear in Faculty X.
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| I pluck all these characters out of thin air,
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| I push them down into the lungs;
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| I infuse them with meaning as much as I dare.
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| Stretch out for the shoreline and wait for the wave… |