Here comes the mechanical sun
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working on the bones in the dry old creek bed
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mist on the old river bend yellow box hangs like it's dead
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the emerald silo is rusting from the inside.
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You want to run like the wind you'll never come here again
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you want a world you can save so c'mon you poets and slaves.
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Circus olympia pulls into town
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the dwarf and the fat man head out for beer
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there is no lion that roars to one can stand on the horse
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tomorrow is a no show the fortune teller cries.
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You want to go down in flames you're gonna crash like the waves
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you can't remember your name so come on you poets and slaves.
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We got everything we need sugar and beef
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we got some good ideas
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we got the steering wheels and rolling stock too
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clouds came down low on the corn
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meat ants are gathering like storms
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somewhere in the quiet wild darkness a crocodile cries.
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You gotta you gotta you gotta
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c'mon you poets and slaves.
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You got to arrest the decay you're sinking down in the bay
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you can't remember your name c'mon you poets and slaves.
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You've got to count what you've made
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you're gonna pass like the days
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stop time and head for the stage.
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And c'mon you poets and slaves
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c'mon you poets and slaves.
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Poets and Slaves
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| Midnight Oil |
