All of those wild American bilinguals
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who talk to you in Paris of their lonely lives.
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School days and lost days out there in the midwest
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they climb on the liners to rejoin their wives.
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Walking down boulevards electric eyes
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would gaze at the waveforms and gasp at their size,
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let them be lonely and say you don't care.
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Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade
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Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade
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Una with long hair would stand by your side
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and the friends who were hungry could swallow your pride.
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Chromium pets as their video screens would show
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pictures of helplessness old kings and queens.
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Radio stations that fade as in dust
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all their transmitters are crumbling with rust,
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let them be broken and say you don't care.
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Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade
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Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade
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Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade
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Let them be broken and say you don't care
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Astro boy, I'm watching the proles on parade
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Astro Boy (And the Proles on Parade)
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| Buggles |
