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| Have you heard About a place of tact Where the sun is red And the horizon's cracked? In the sky's a giant showcase window of dreams, On the ground stands a pyramid green with liberty. An old friend and me, We had a long chat About the things we could do there And the things we could have. So if you have, Could you direct me, please? I've been searching so long for a place to be free! I met a young lady Who was traveling there; She kept her money in a chocolate box And braids in her hair, I asked why she was going, But she could only respond That she was seeking to shed worries And to break old bonds. And when she left without me, I really didn't care! Because she knew she'd never find it. (You know, life is so unfair!) I stood and watched her leave Until she was gone, Then I turned to face my own life And watch it carry on. But we're so tired of the idiots; We're sick of the pain We've got everything to lose And nothing to gain, Our bodies can't move, Our souls always ache. And there's nothing we can do. No wonder we're insane! |
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