| All of those wild american bilinguals
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| Who talk to you in paris of their lonely lives
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| School days and last days out there in the midwest
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| They climb on their liners and rejoin their wives
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| Walking down boulevards electric eyes
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| Would gaze at the waveforms and gasp at their size
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| Let them be lonely and say you dont care
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| Astro boy, Im watching the proles on parade
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| Astro boy, Im watching the proles on parade
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| Una with long hair will stand by your side
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| And the friends who were hungry could swallow your pride
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| Chromium pets that video screens would show
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| Pictures of helplessness old kings and queens
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| Radio stations that fade as in dust
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| All their transmitters are crumbling with rust
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| Let them be broken and say you dont care
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| Astro boy, Im watching the proles on parade
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| Astro boy, Im watching the proles on parade
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| Astro boy, Im watching the proles on parade
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| Let them be broken and say you dont care
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| Astro boy, Im watching the proles on parade |