| Let us pretend we’ve got it together
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| Let us ignore the coming sun
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| We’ll sing the body electric
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| Let us pretend we’ve got it together
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| Let us ignore the coming sun
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| We’ll sing the body electric
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| Until machine and soul are one
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| I’ve seen the tweaker struggle
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| Syringes lined his floor
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| A cycle churned to life
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| By dead end jobs and a government’s war
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| Oh, in time the trees die
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| And light will fade
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| But I hope for a new breath
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| A new life to take me away
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| One by one the monsters trample
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| Through woods and dirt they feed
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| What sort of world and plight
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| For our children must we lead?
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| Let us burn the nation’s budget
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| Let’s send boys overseas
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| To fight ghosts in the desert
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| Instead of teaching them to give and lead
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| Oh, in time the trees die
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| And light will fade
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| But I hope for a new breath
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| A new life to take me away
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| In time
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| We sing in time |