| Hey wait for me!
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| The young man cried aloud,
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| Running across the street,
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| he couldn’t find the crowd.
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| The streets were paved with garbage
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| The size of motor cars,
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| While businessmen were drinking cocktails somewere,
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| Laced with caviar.
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| Meanwhile in a basement,
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| I am listening to the rain,
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| thinking about the day going by.
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| And wasn’t it a shame, I let the kettle boil dry.
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| And I forgot to buy myself a TV guide.
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| The last days of an empire
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| Can be the first rays of hope
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| Last days of an empire
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| Can be the first rays of hope
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| I saw and heard the news today, fifteen times or more.
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| It helped me keep informed all day
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| Of what’s going on outside my door.
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| I read the papers in between the bulletins on the radio and TV.
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| I didn’t have to move an inch,
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| I felt as solid as a tree.
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| I looked out of my basement window,
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| At a cat lying fast asleep.
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| The street looked like the aftermath
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| And the sky was turning grey.
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| The crowd had moved on somewhere else —
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| The young man talked to a garbage heap.
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| As I looked down at my feet,
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| I felt nothing left to say,
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| but then, the last days of an empire
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| Can be the first rays of hope
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| Last days of an empire
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| Can be the first rays of hope
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| Last days of an empire
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| Can be the first rays of hope
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| Last days of an empire
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| Can be the first rays of hope |