| I know you don’t believe anymore
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| So I wonder where you got the knowledge
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| With our desire to acquire more
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| In the service of your master
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| You can take a faster door
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| I know you don’t pretend anymore
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| I wonder where you got the silver
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| I wonder how you got the power
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| I wonder where you got the fire
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| It isn’t that surprising
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| A spiritual uprising, could affect things now
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| Down the street the celebration’s
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| Reached disintegration, surging past anyhow
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| In the service of your master
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| You can take a faster door
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| Servants all we ebb and flow
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| Remindless as we come and go
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| Changes (changeless ?) as we die and grow
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| Cold dead womb and troubled sea
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| Resonate in sympathy
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| I know one day you’ll come to me
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| With the faint whir of leathery wings
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| Evoking all impossible things
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| Eternal twilight feels so cold
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| When the money’s all gone your love’s been sold
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| The elephant God sits impassive
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| His ivory tusks are black and massive
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| We swing and we curve and we splinter in fits
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| Drum 'round his throne where he patiently sits
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| The law of the jungle, the jungle of lore
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| Devil of the rich, God of the poor
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| In this frenzied crowd I lose my isolation
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| As we merge together in celebration
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| The elephant God sits unmoved
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| His distant eyes, our tongues and grooves (are tongued and grooved ?)
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| The noise and the smell and the terrible dancers
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| Burning questions and nebulous answers
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| Servants all we ebb and flow
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| Remindless as we come and go
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| Changes as we die and grow
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| Cold dead moon the children see
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| Resonate in sympathy
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| I know one day you’ll come to me
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| Our immaterial world is best
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| My fingers chase remindlessness
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| But just slowly come to rest
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| I know the walrus wasn’t paul
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| In el dorado just once more
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| You’re everything and even more (I'm lookin' for ?)
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| The songs of dancers fade away
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| 2001 became the way
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| I’ll pay your ransom for today
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| And it still seems such a waste
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| One brief life, one brief taste
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| All the phantoms have been chased
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| To eternity |