| Hudson died in Hudson bay,
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| The water took his victim’s name,
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| Now rivers rise told riverside,
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| To change their names again.
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| (Choral humming)
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| A stranger walked in through the door,
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| Said «All apartments are pre-war»,
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| We laughed and I asked him for his name,
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| He stayed until the end.
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| We watched the Germans play the Greeks,
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| He marked the ninety-nine-year lease,
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| Our father’s which I declined,
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| To try and comprehend.
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| (Choral humming)
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| Over and over again are these never-ending visions,
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| Over and over again like a prize that’s changed in hands,
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| The time has come,
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| The clock is such a drag,
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| All you who change your stripes,
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| Can wrap me in the flag.
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| The legendary wooden gate,
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| First established real-estate,
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| It’s lost a time like other crimes,
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| The one this pleasant land.
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| Over and over again are these never-ending visions,
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| Over and over again like a prize that’s changed in hands,
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| The time has come,
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| The clock is such a drag,
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| All you who change your stripes,
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| Can wrap me in the flag.
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| (Choral humming)
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| Hudson died in Hudson bay,
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| But I was born on sodden place,
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| The rising tide helped me decide,
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| To change my name again.
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| Some men tend to linger on,
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| And some make haste from Babylon,
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| Some were on the ruined home,
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| Rejoicing… To the end.
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| Over and over again are these never-ending visions,
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| Over and over again like a prize that’s changed in hands,
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| The time has come,
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| The clock is such a drag,
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| All you who change your stripes,
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| Can wrap me in the flag.
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| The lines are drawn,
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| The map is such a drag,
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| All you who change your stripes,
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| Can wrap me in the flag.
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| (Choral humming) |