Listen to my story. Got two tales to tell.
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One of fallen glory. One of vanity.
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The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine;
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'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings,
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in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
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Wisdom was a teapot; Pouring from above.
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Desolation angels
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Served it up with Love.
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Ignitin'[g strife] like every form of light,
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then moved by bold design,
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slid in that thing and it grew wings,
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in Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
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It was Blood, shining in the Sun;
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First: Freedom!
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Speeding the american claim:
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Freedom; Freedom; Freedom; Freedom!
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China was the tempest; [And] Madness overflowed.
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[The] Lama was a young man,
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and [he] watched his world in flames.
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Taking Glory down by the edge of clouds;
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It was a cryin'[g] shame.
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Another lost horizon. Tibet the fallen star.
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Wisdom and compassion Crushed, in the land of Shangri-La.
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But in the land of the Impala, honey, well,
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we were lookin' Fine,
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'cause we built that thing and it grew wings;
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In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
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'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings;
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In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
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It was the best of times, it's [was] the worst of times;
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In 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959.
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It was the best of times; It was the worst of times.
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[In] Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
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1959
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| Patti Smith |
