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I just want to talk to you
I won't uh, do you no harm I just want to know about your diff'rent lives On this is here people farm I heard some of you got your families Living in cages tall and cold And some just stay there and dust away Past the age of old. Is this true ? Please let me talk to you. I just wanna know about The rooms behind your minds Uh do I see a vacuum there Or am I going blind ? Or is it just uh, remains of vibrations And echoes long ago ? Uh things like "Love the world" and uh Uh "Let your fancy flow" Is this true ? Please let me talk to you Let me talk to you. I have lived here before The days of ice And of course this is why I'm so concerned And I come back to find The stars misplaced And the smell of a world That is burned A smell of a world That is burned. Yeah well, maybe, hmm... Maybe it's just a... change of climate Hmm, hmm... Well I can dig it I can dig it baby I just want to see. So where do I purchase my ticket ? I'd just like to have a ringside seat I want to know about the new Mother Earth I want to hear and see everything I want to hear and see everything I want to hear and see everything Yeah... Aww, shucks If my daddy could see me now Everything, everything, everything, oh everything.
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