| Nothing can survive in a vacuum
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| No one can exist all alone
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| We pretend things only happen to strangers
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| We’ve all got problems of our own
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| It’s enough to learn to share our pleasures
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| We can’t soothe pain with sympathy
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| All that we can do is be reminded
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| We shake our heads at the tragedy
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| Every day we’re standing in a time capsule
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| Racing down a river from the past
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| Every day we’re standing in a wind tunnel
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| Facing down the future coming fast
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| It’s just the age
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| It’s just a stage
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| We disengage
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| We turn the page
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| Looking at the long range forecast
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| Catching all the names in the news
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| Checking out the state of the nation
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| Learning the environmental blues
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| Truth is after all a moving target
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| Hairs to split, and pieces that don’t fit
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| How can anybody be enlightened?
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| Truth is after all so poorly lit
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| Every day we’re standing in a time capsule
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| Racing down a river from the past
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| It’s just the age
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| It’s just a stage
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| We disengage
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| We turn the page, we turn it
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| It’s just the age
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| It’s just a stage
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| We disengage
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| We turn the page
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| Every day we’re standing in a time capsule
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| (It's just a stage)
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| We disengage, we turn the page
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| Racing down the river from the past
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| Every day we’re standing in a wind tunnel
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| (It's just a stage)
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| We disengage, we turn the page
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| Facing down the future coming fast |