| Families out on parade
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| Women are minding their ways
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| Teenagers drawn by the fire
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| And bellies filled with desire
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| Mothers and fathers, brothers and sons
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| Daughters, sisters, all and then some
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| Remember the story is old
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| It goes on and on
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| Old men drowning their tears
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| They’re drunk from an orgy of years
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| All part of the plot and the fun
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| A history of righting our wrongs
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| Mothers and fathers, brothers and sons
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| Daughters, sisters, all and then some
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| Remember the story is old
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| It goes on and on and on
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| Bound to bond and love and mourn
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| And on and on and on
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| And so it goes
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| We give what we get
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| Yet what they know
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| Is what we’re told
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| So you might add a little hurt
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| Add a little hope next time
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| But in this life
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| This time we’re lost and it goes on
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| «Matter over mind»
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| We made the change from science to movement
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| Romantic conceit evermore
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| Might know what we know, like we think that we’re thinking
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| But the sun has set here before
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| And somebody spoke of a light in the distance
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| Too far away to aware
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| But your kiss is a kiss is a kiss and I’m waiting for roses to grow anywhere |