| White clouds cover the whole of the earth
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| Concorde flies through the skies to the states
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| Lifetimes in memory, flesh being born
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| But this is the age of invisible dawn
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| And the man from the government says show me a sign
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| The mood of the moment says have a good time
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| Through stench and starvation, night never falls
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| There’s flies on the skeletons, shapes on the wall
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| As I draw my latest breath
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| Amazing things are done on earth
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| And the masters of flattery colour the trees
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| They walk on the oceans, put the town under siege
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| The king of humanity sleeps in despair
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| Walking out in the morning with hands in the air
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| There’s zealots in anger, divine extremes
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| Emotional half-lives, disposable dreams
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| Rumours of cease-fire inherit the streets
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| This is the war of the pure and the meek
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| As I draw my latest breath
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| Amazing things are done on earth
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| These days are overgrown in truth
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| Under the sun that’s nothing new
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| But flowers still open, flowers still close
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| Rearranged molecules, miracle cures
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| And I can still love you, call you my own
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| Till the blooms turn to doubt
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| Till the angels come home
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| As I draw my latest breath
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| Amazing things are done on earth |