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Listen to my story
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Got two tales to tell
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One of fallen glory
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One of vanity
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The world's roof was raging
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But we were looking fine
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And we built that thing
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And it grew wings
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In 1959
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Wisdom was a teapot
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Pouring from above
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Desolation angels
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Served it up with love
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Igniting strife every form of light
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The moved by bold design
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Slid in that thing
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And it grew wings
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In 1959
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China was the tempest
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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 crying shame
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Another lost horizon
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Tibet the fallen star
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Wisdom and compassion
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Crushed the Land of Shangrila
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But in the land of the impala honey
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We were looking fine
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Cause we built that thing
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And it grew wings
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In 1959
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Cause we built that thing
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And it grew wings
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In 1959
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It was the best of times
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It was the worst of times
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In 1959
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1959
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| Patty Smyth |
