| Out in the street
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| Free and young
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| Songs of the Great God
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| Wild on my tongue
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| Here come the new guys again
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| Humorless men
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| Let he who’s without sin
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| Throw the first one, like you said
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| Let anyone else throw the second
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| As long as it connects with your head
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| One summer, then all of this is gone
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| One more summer, then no more swan
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| Hand me a torch why not
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| Let’s get some kicks in while the flame’s still hot
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| They’ll do what they were gonna do anyway
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| But Carthage may rise again one day
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| «With the measure that you used, so shall it be measured to you,»
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| So you say, and it’s true
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| One summer, then all of this is gone
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| One more summer, then no more swan |