The poets and the Socrates was bounding out
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Their eulogies about what to do
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The troops with their tangled hair were proven
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That they didn't care about nothing new
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And if any body claim being king
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Would strum guitars
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And start to sing, but they were fooled
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The vacuum of their fantasies
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Had discover the fact
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You see that chaos rules
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Everybody run and bare
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Not exactly knowing where or why or who
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Chasing kicks that no one gets
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Kissing on her silhouettes of faded blue
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Trying to blow one's smoke in air
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Her favorite answer I don't care
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It was useless to
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And when the sun would start to fade
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This ritual circus of charades would start anew
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Love don't come don't call my name again
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I can't play cause I don't know how to win
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Too bad to and hand in hand they stride
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I got wind and rain for my future bright
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Love Don't Come
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| Sonny & Cher |
