| And on that day they’ll tell you
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| That life hummed on with no clue
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| The warning signs were all dismissed or shouted down
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| So it goes
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| The kings all failed to tell us
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| The madmen failed to sell us
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| On what would then befall the only life we know
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| Were they burning signal fires
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| To guide us to the fields?
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| Or building funeral pyres?
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| The outcome of a final appeal
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| The city lines are down
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| The kerosene’s run out
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| The fracturing of all we relied upon
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| Let’s shed this unclean skin
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| And start to feel again
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| 'cause all the shoulders
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| On which to cry are gone
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| The paranoia gripped us
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| The rain turned engines to rust
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| The panic set in like a cancer to our hearts
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| Spreading through
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| We bet on finite genius
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| Or prayed for gods to save us
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| But there was no antidote
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| Disease tore us apart
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| We left bodies in the fields
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| So numb that we forgot how to feel
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| The city lines are down
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| The kerosene’s run out
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| The fracturing of all we relied upon
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| Let’s shed this unclean skin
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| And start to feel again
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| 'cause all the shoulders
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| On which to cry are gone
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| He looked at the fields
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| And then his hands,
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| «All I need is what I have»
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| Then fell a tear of happiness
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| She watched the world crumble away
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| «Is this the end of yesterday?»
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| «Lord, I hope so,"is all he said
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| All gone are the old guards
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| Gone are the cold, cold wars
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| Weightless we go forth
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| On wings of amnesty
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| All we relied on now
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| The city lines are down
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| The kerosene’s run out
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| The fracturing of all
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| We relied upon
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| Let’s shed this unclean skin
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| And start to feel again
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| With no more shoulders
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| Shoulders to cry on now
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| No more, no more
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| No more, no more
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| No more, no more
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| The weight that we once felt is gone |