Meanwhile back in the Year One
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when you belonged to no-one
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You didn't stand a chance son
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if your pants were undone
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'Cause you were bred for
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Humanity and sold to Society
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One day you'll wake up
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in the Present Day
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A million generations
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removed from expectations
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Of being who you
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really want to be
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Skating Away-ay!
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Skating Away-ay!
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Skating Away-ay on the
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Thin Ice of the New Day-ay-ay-ay
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Ay-ay-ay-ay!
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So as you push off
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from the shore
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won't you turn
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your head once more
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And make your peace
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with everyone?
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For those who choose to stay
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will live just one more day
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To do the things
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they should have done
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And as you cross the wilderness
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spinning in your emptiness
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You feel you have to pray
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Looking for a sign
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that the Universal Mind
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Has written you into
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the Passion Play
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Skating Away-ay!
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Skating Away-ay!
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Skating Away-ay on the
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Thin Ice of the New Day-ay-ay-ay
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Ay-ay-ay-ay!
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And as you cross the Circle Line
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well, the ice-wall creaks behind
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You're a rabbit on the run
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And the silver splinters fly
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in the corner of your eye
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Shining in the setting sun
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Well, do you ever get the
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feeling that the Story's too
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damn real and in
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the present tense?
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Or that everybody's
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on the stage, and it seems like
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You're the only person
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sitting in the audience?
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Skating Away-ay!
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Skating Away-ay!
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Skating Away-ay on the
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Thin Ice of the
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New Day-ay-ay-ay-ay
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Ay-ay-ay-ay!
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Skating Away-ay!
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Skating Away-ay!
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Skating Away!
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Skating Away on the Thin Ice of a New Day
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| Jethro Tull |
