Once the world was a wind-up toy, we watched it spin and dance
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We watch it now from the other side of our last remaining chance
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And the world falls down like some tired bull in a crimson Spanish ring
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We've learned to love it far too late to save it from anything
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Once we dreamed of a soft romance where lovers were sweet and kind
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But gentle men and ladies fair we never seem to find
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And so we've settled in lands of lust where decadent passions play
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And we burn with fever through the night and burn with shame all day
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And when the children ask us why as we know the children must
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Why all our world and all our dreams came down to pain and dust
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Will we blame it on the ones before who never answered our whys
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Or admit we questioned far to late to save this dream that dies
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Words and music: Kathy Mar
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Copyright 1982 Kathy Mar
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The Sheep Look Up
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| Kathy Mar |
