| …And there in the dawn of the nuclear twilight
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| In the heart of the glowing city
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| She stood
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| Pen in hand
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| Lalalalalalala
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| Lalalalalala
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| Lalalalalalala
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| Lalalalalala
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| Go and find Rose and ask her 'bout order
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| Go and find Rose and ask her 'bout Yale
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| There is no more Yale (yaaaaaa!)
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| There is no more order (yaaaaaay!)
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| I was out on the river
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| And in the darkness before me
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| In the light of the domed city
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| I saw Rose Lightning Rose
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| She wasn’t perfect
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| But she was semi-perfect
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| And she remembered all about her days in Yale
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| Before they turned it into a sheet
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| Of radio-active glass
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| Thirty miles across
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| And I always used to want to think if we could sing
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| Loudly enough
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| If we could sing strong enough
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| And if we could sing
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| Hopefully enough
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| Then all of this madness would disappear
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| And if we could sing
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| Long enough
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| If we could sing strong enough
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| And if we could sing true enough
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| It might carry us through next year
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| Lalalalalalala
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| Lalalalalala
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| Lalalalalalala
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| Lalalalalala
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| Go and find Rose and ask about nuclear
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| Go and find Rose and ask her «What now?»
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| She’ll tell you 'bout future
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| She’ll tell you 'bout how to live beyond the pale
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| When the time comes… seize it
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| When the dream starts… believe in it
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| When the light shines… oh, bathe in it
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| And now we’ll have to be
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| Strong enough
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| Have to work long enough
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| And if we believe
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| True enough
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| Then much of this madness’ll disappear
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| I’ll be the one
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| She said
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| I’ll be the only one
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| In the aftermath of atomic fire
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| I’ll carry us through next year
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| Lalalalalalala
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| Lalalalalala
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| Lalalalala
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| What if the world was turned around
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| What if nuclear plants worked
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| What if nuclear bombs didn’t
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| What if they held nuclear disarmament
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| Talks in Antarctica instead of Switzerland
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| (In igloos, not fancy hotels!) They’d be
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| Over and done
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| In six hours, and be on their way home
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| Imagine, the light
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| And imagined that Rose was here tonight
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| And there in her eyes
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| Was a reason to live
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| A reason to fight
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| A reason to die
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| It scared me… it elevated me
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| I would do things for her
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| That I wouldn’t do for my mother
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| My country
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| My lover
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| Tis of thee
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| I sing
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| Sweet girl of liberty
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| Sweet bird of freedom |