by Dean Friedman
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Here's a tip: Loose lips don't sink space ships.
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Count those tiny blips. Somebody call the cops.
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Hale Bop She Bop
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Little Bo Peep, where are your sheep?
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Fast asleep. Dreams crashing to a stop.
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Hale Bop She Bop
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As we calmly face the countdown to the new millennium.
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Is the age of peace upon us; or are we - hurtling towards oblivion?
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Twisted pysche, ads for Nike.
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Waiting for the other shoe to drop.
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Hale Bop She Bop
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Hush hush, don't rush pack your toothbrush.
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Brings some cash in case we stop to shop.
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Hale Bop She Bop
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Everybody shares a vision. Yearns to find a better way.
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Put your faith in some religion. Time to bow your head and pray.
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Folk Rock, Brit Pop, Techno, Don't Stop.
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Punk, Jazz, Fusion, Alternative Hip Hop
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Hale Bop She Bop
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Cyber Wave. High Tech, Star Trek, Holodeck.
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Don't forget to bring your Lollipop.
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Hale Bop She Bop
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Time to fribble in the meadow. Time to wallow in the mire.
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Time to gibble with the gumble. Time to set the world on fire.
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Late night, short flight, down load website;
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surfing the net on my laptop
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Hale Bop She Bop
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Don't fret, my pet. Warm boot. Reset.
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Double zeros. Take it from the top.
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Hale Bop She Bop
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If you're faced with indecision. If you're puzzled and perturbed.
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You can't tell with much precision. Who is sane and who's absurd?
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Get straight. Don't wait. It's not too late.
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There's just one gateway straight to the top.
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Hale Bop She Bop
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It's a new day. That's what they say.
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Take your seat and drink your soda pop.
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Hale Bop She Bop
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Hale Bop She Bop
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| Dean Friedman |
