Wake up you sleepy head
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Put on some clothes,
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shake up your bed
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Put another log on the fire for me
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I've made some breakfast and coffee
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Look out my window and what do I see
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A crack in the sky
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and a hand reaching down to me
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All the nightmares came today
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And it looks as though they're
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here to stay
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What are we coming to
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No room for me,
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no fun for you
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I think about a world to come
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Where the books were found
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by the Golden ones
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Written in pain, written in awe
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By a puzzled man who questioned
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What we were here for
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All the strangers came today
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And it looks as though
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they're here to stay
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[CHORUS:]
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Oh You Pretty Things
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Don't you know you're driving your
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Mamas and Papas insane
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Oh You Pretty Things
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Don't you know you're driving your
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Mamas and Papas insane
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Let me make it plain
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([second time:] Let me say it again)
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You gotta make way
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for the Homo Superior
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Look at your children
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See their faces in golden rays
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Don't kid yourself they belong to you
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They're the start of a coming race
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The earth is a bitch
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We've finished our news
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Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use
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All the strangers came today
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And it looks as though they're here to stay
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[CHORUS]
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Oh! You Pretty Things
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| David Bowie |
