| In the tube where I was born
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| I could have sworn
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| There was so much to see
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| There was so little to be
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| But I was free
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| World at my command
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| Through the dots I ran
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| Looking for a man who looked like me
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| And now it can be told
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| I’m a quarter of a century old
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| But I’m half a century high
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| In the tube where I was raised
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| I was amazed
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| On the pictures I would lean
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| That went flashing on the screen
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| Oh, I was dazed
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| But then my eyes were made
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| Hypnotized insane
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| Buried in my brain
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| In a blinding blaze
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| And now it can be told
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| I’m a quarter of a century old
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| But I’m half a century high
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| In the tube where I was grown
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| I was alone
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| The figure on the floor
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| The dream behind the door
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| The sound was low
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| Ballgames on the street
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| Disappeared behind my feet
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| Out of breath my heart would be
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| To see another show
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| And now it can be told
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| I’m a quarter of a century old
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| But I’m half a century high
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| In the tube where I was made
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| I was afraid
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| Spinning through the space
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| Another scene, another face
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| Another shade
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| Mirror of my mind
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| On electric wheels of wine |
| Living on the lines that were displayed
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| And now it can be told
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| I’m a quarter of a century old
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| But I’m half a century high
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| In the tube where I was fed
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| I lost my head
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| I watch the lives they led
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| Watch them to the end
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| And then again
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| An open kind of laugh
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| I gave all the mind I had
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| And whenever I was sad
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| I had my friends
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| And now it can be told
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| I’m a quarter of a century old
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| But I’m half a century high
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| In the tube where I was killed
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| I was fulfiled
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| Such an easy way to win
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| Talking to my twin
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| No sign of sin
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| The sacrifice was small
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| Fascination was the fall
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| I was extended by the wall that held me in
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| And now it can be told
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| I’m a quarter of a century old
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| But I’m half a century high
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| In the tube where I was killed
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| I was fulfilled
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| The lies of light would bend
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| I’d stare until the end
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| And then again
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| Faded and the fad
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| I gave all the mind I had
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| And whenever I was sad
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| I had my friends
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| And now it can be told
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| I’m a quarter of a century old
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| But I’m half a century high
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| In the tube where I was born
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| I could have sworn |
| There was so much to see
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| There was so little to be
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| But I was free
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| World at my command
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| Through the dots I ran
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| Looking for a man who looked like me
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| And now it can be told
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| I’m a quarter of a century old
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| But I’m half a century high |