(T. Bachman)
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Your aspirations glew like flies
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You took the planet by surprise
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You truly believed
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But of course you'd been deceived
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It's an age of alienation
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Of a downbeat generation
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So much for liberation
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It looks like rain to me
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In a drug infected haze
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You attacked the bourgeois ways
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And felt so relieved
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But consider what you leave
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(Chorus)
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I loved but knew not who
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Belonged, but not to you
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I'm a man of modern hue
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Like an Indian summer sky
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I can kiss this dream goodbye
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So long to the blue
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There's a shadow over you
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(Chorus)
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It's an age of your creation
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Of a disunited nation
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So much for your invasion
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It looks like rain to me
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Looks Like Rain
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| Tal Bachman |
