Imagine a man
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Not a child of any revolt
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But a plain man tied up in life
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Imagine the sand
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Running out as he struts
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Parading and fading, ignoring his wife
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Imagine a road
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So long looking backwards
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You can't see where it really began
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Imagine a load
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So large and so smooth
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That against it a man is an ant
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Then you will see the end
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You will see the end
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Imagine events
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That occur everyday
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Like a shooting or raping or a simple act of deceit
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Imagine a fence
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Around you as high as prevention
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Casting shadows, you can't see your feet
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Imagine a girl
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You long for and have
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And the body of chalky perfection and truth
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Imagine a past
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Where you wish you had lived
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Full of heroes and villians and fools
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And you will see the end
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You will see the end
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And you will see the end
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You will see the end
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Oh yeah
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Imagine a man
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Not a child of any revolt
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But a man of today feeling new
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Imagine a soul
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So old it it is broken
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And you will know your invention is you
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And you will see the end
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You will see the end
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You will see the end
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You will see the end
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Oh yeah
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Imagine A Man
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