| There are men in shades, just standing around
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| These bleeding stars, the paradox
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| Let the eyes of God be our guide to find a gentle path
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| There’s a broken record playing a tune
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| To the floating waves of the antennas
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| And you were just a little guy, and I was little too
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| And everything is just floating freely
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| Just rocking around like a rocking horse
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| Just jiggling around like silly putty
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| And who are you and I?
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| And you were looking at me smiling
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| The aliens were just arriving
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| Wherever they are headed next
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| Speaking secret tongues |