(Brock / Calvert)
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i would have like you
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to have been
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deep frozen too
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and waiting still
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as fresh in your flesh
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for my return to earth
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but your father refused
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to sign the forms
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to freeze you
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let's see
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you'd bee
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about sixty now
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and long dead
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by the the time i return
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to earth
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my time held dreams
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were full of you
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as you were
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when i left:
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still under-age
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your android replica
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is playing up again
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it's no joke
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when she comes
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she moans
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another's name
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that's the spirit of the age
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(spirit of the age)
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it's just the spirit of the age
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(spirit of the age)
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and that's the spirit of the age
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(spirit of the age)
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that is the spirit of the age
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i am a clone
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i am not alone
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every fibre of my flesh
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and bone
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is identical to ther others'
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everything i say
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is in the same tone
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as my test-tube brothers'
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voice.
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there is no choice
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between us
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if you had ever seen us
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you'd rejoice
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in your uniqueness
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and consider every weakness
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something special
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of your own
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being a clone
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i have no flaws to identify
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even this doggerel
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that pours from my pen
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has just been written by
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another twenty
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telepathic men
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it says:
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o for the wings
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of any bird
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other than a battery hen.
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but that's the spirit of the age
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(spirit of the age)
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that's just the spirit of the age
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(spirit of the age)
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it's just the spirit of the age
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(spirit of the age)
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adjust the spirit of the age
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(spirit of the age)
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unjust the spirit of the age
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(spirit of the age)
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Spirit Of The Age
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Hawkwind |