| He’s a rebel and a runner
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| He’s a signal turning green
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| He’s a restless young romantic
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| Wants to run the big machine
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| He’s got a problem with his poisons
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| But you know he’ll find a cure
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| He’s cleaning up his systems
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| To keep his nature pure
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| Learning to match the beat of the Old World Man
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| Learning to catch the heat of the Third World Man
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| He’s got to make his own mistakes
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| And learn to mend the mess he makes
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| He’s old enough to know what’s right
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| But young enough not to choose it
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| He’s noble enough to win the world
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| But weak enough to lose it
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| He’s a New World Man
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| He’s a radio receiver
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| Tuned to factories and farms
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| He’s a writer and a ranger
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| And a young boy bearing arms
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| He’s got a problem with his power
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| With weapons on patrol
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| He’s got to walk a fine line
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| And keep his self-control
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| Trying to save the day for the Old World Man
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| Trying to pave the way for the Third World Man
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| He’s not concerned with yesterday
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| He knows constant change is here today
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| He’s noble enough to know what’s right
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| But weak enough not to choose it
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| He’s wise enough to win the world
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| But fool enough to lose it
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| He’s a New World Man
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| Learning to match the beat of the Old World Man
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| He’s learning to catch the heat of the Third World Man
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| He’s a New World Man |