| It’s already yesterday, we’re off the calendar
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| I heard the sirens play just like an orchestra
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| Mechanical bird of prey, sing for your emperor
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| Last broken flash of love still in the camera
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| We don’t feel those locks and chains
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| We won’t listen to the lizard part of our brains
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| Giving the orders
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| Another morning, we’ll be gone
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| I start the car for Ten Mile Beach
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| And maybe Avalon across the water
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| It’s already yesterday and nobody’s answering
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| Disconnected, drift away, nobody’s questioning
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| Head silver, feet of clay, who is surrendering?
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| They fall in our heyday, I am remembering
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| We can’t feel those aches and pains
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| We won’t listen to the voices in the city rain
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| Giving the orders
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| Another morning I’ll be gone
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| I start the car for Violet Town
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| And then to Babylon, over the border
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| Another morning, we’ll be gone
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| I start the car for Ten Mile Beach
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| And maybe Avalon across the water
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| We don’t feel those locks and chains
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| We won’t listen to the lizard part of our brains
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| Giving the orders |