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NY Prophesie
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Music: Chan Kinchla
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Lyrics: R. Popper & John Popper
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A thousand times a prophet
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A New York City prophet
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They lie there all forgotten
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I wonder who will hear them next
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Well it won't be me it won't be you
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Kind of makes you wonder who
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Any sympathetic ear would do
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Who's gonna hear them next
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Lie prophet lie
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For the sky is much too high
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Keep it in your eye
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And memorize the moon
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Dream prophet dream
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Don't you listen to them scream
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We know they didn't hear you yet
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But you're bound to get there soon
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What do you think we'd hear them say
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Would they drop down on their knees and pray
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Would they tell us that it's all OK
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Who do you think will ease their pain
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And if we dare to listen
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As the tears freeze up and glisten
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With the current savior risen
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Who do you think will ease their pain
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Lie prophet lie
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For the sky is much too high
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Keep it in your eye
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And memorize the moon
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Dream prophet dream
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Don't you listen to them scream
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We know they didn't hear you yet
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But you're bound to get there soon
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What will our mighty future be
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For there ain't no prophet here to see
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That narrows it down to you and me
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Do you want to live or die
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Well we've chosen death with its toll begun
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(You know) I've always pictured life more fun
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Too bad we couldn't ever act as one
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Do you want to live or die
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Lie prophet lie
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For the sky is much too high
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Keep it in your eye
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And memorize the moon
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Dream prophet dream
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Don't you listen to them scream
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We know they didn't hear you yet
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But you're bound to get there soon
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NY Prophesie
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