Disturbing the old times, the gift of science
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Lots of back washing and sticks of paper
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Sticks of paper lighting the way
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If you find you don't know where your going
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It's in the bush, it's in the trees
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I'm gonna run round there twice
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It's too quick, it's too late
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It's much too quick and it's far too late
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I'm rolling away
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And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away for the last time
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And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away
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Too many things left unsaid
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And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away
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Somebody here is talking
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And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away,
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Somebody here is sober
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Somebody here is older
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Macbeth times 2
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A lazy suit and bloody hands
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Come taste your faith in every street
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The sound of money just kissed me in the face
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My trousers aren't the right size
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I go straight to pocket
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Take one step up and back to business
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My mind is closed so my body speaks
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My mind is clothed, my body squeaks
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And I'm rolling away, and I'm rolling away
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And I'm facing my only true smile
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And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away
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Somebody there is calling
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So I'm rolling away, I'm rolling away
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A sound of time is talking
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And I'm hauling away, and I'm hauling away
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This party here is too loud
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Nobody knows what clothes they're wearing
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Nobody knows which road is the white one
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So here we go holding up the motion
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You raise your hopes, you raise your chin
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You raise your glass with nothing in it
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It's a momentary lapse, a common habit
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Support your faith with this party face, and party pieces,
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And with their party faces, and party people
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With their powdered faces
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Just rolling away, just rolling away, just rolling away,
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Just rolling...
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Raintime, raintime, raintime...
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Raintime
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The Wolfgang Press |