It was a slow day
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And the sun was beating
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On the soldiers by the side of the road
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There was a bright light
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A shattering of shop windows
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The bomb in the baby carriage
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Was wired to the radio
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These are the days of miracle and wonder
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This is the long distance call
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The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
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The way we look to us all
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The way we look to a distant constellation
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That’s dying in a corner of the sky
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These are the days of miracle and wonder
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And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
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Don’t cry
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It was a dry wind
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And it swept across the desert
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And it curled into the circle of birth
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And the dead sand
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Falling on the children
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The mothers and the fathers
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And the automatic earth
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These are the days of miracle and wonder
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This is the long distance call
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The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
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The way we look to us all
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The way we look to a distant constellation
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That’s dying in a corner of the sky
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These are the days of miracle and wonder
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And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
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Don’t cry
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It’s a turn-around jump shot
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It’s everybody jump start
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It’s every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
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Medicine is magical and magical is art
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The boy in the bubble
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And the baby with the baboon heart
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And I believe
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These are the days of lasers in the jungle
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Lasers in the jungle somewhere
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Staccato signals of constant information
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A loose affiliation of millionaires
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And billionaires and baby
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These are the days of miracle and wonder
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This is the long distance call
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The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
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The way we look to us all
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The way we look to a distant constellation
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That’s dying in a corner of the sky
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These are the days of miracle and wonder
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And don’t cry baby, don’t cry
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Don’t cry |