Search you'll find no flies
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On a parabol this size no you won't
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With all our flagrant passes
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We incur upon the people
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To privatize the monuments
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And publicize that steeples don't hurt anymore
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Then they used to hurt
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Race the ramparts high
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'neath the canopy of lies as it were
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Amidst the subtle traces
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Whether particle or bone
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We detect a weakness, yes
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The sense we have honed don't work anymore
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And they used to work
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Amidst the subtle traces
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Whether particle or bone
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We detect a weakness, yes
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The sense we have honed don't work anymore
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Then they used to work
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One could say we've lost the space race
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One could say we've lost the space race
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One could say we've lost the space race
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And another one could say we're won
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The Space Race
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