Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes.
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Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
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Switch on summer from a slot machine.
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Yes, get what you want to if you want,
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'cause you can get anything.
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I know we've come a long way,
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We're changing day to day,
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But tell me, where do the children play?
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Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
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For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
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And you make them long, and you make them tough.
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But they just go on and on,
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and it seems that you can't get off.
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Oh, I know we've come a long way,
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We're changing day to day,
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But tell me, where do the children play?
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Well you've cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.
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But will you keep on building higher
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'til there's no more room up there?
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Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
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Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?
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I know we've come a long way,
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We're changing day to day,
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But tell me, where do the children play?
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Where Do the Children Play?
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| Cat Stevens |
