Look at yourselves, ye people
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Fighting on like children
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With crafts forgotten in your limbs
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Why not turn your hands to them
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Look at yourselves, ye nations
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Warring on like hostiles
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With your world in your palms
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Don? you know this will never do
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On a map this veer in the road
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I? like to see
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This veer in the road:
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The Uranium Century
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Look at yourselves, ye beings
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Stepping from branch to angel
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With waxen wings t?ard the sun
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Saying, ?his is the only way to fly.?BR>
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I? like to know which mushroom
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It will be
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The lightning shows
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The Uranium Century
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Shadows of shadows on a wall
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Is all I see
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This star above the wall:
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The Uranium Century
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Uranium Century
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