A stand, a wall, a Fiat in us all
Something that will take away
This nonsense soon, one of these days
The demand, the call
It will come soon I can hear us all
Talking one day about the ones that we love 'stead of
Hanging around waiting for signs from above
Hey, hey, I too want change
I'm not talking about faith, I will pay
For evidence of the numbness and pain
Of anyone with guns
The money or the planes
I hear you saying I am just one kid
That we can't do what one thousand once did
But let me leave you with this simple idea
And maybe some of you might run with it for real
On that day will we be original spies?
Through dusty Lucite, will the sun still rise?
Will strange new days, striated with strain
Contain your relocated slang and those incredible eyes?
Truant treasures come from zealots sounding, Jensen's pounding
By way of last year's sonic stencils
We're working it out, if only with pencils, but
Underneath the same, same skies as
Those ones pushing the same, same lies, so
Grab a pen, turn of the CNN
And scratch me out some plans to get together again
In that way will we be original spies?
With trusty foresight will the sun still rise?
Will strained new days, saturated with strange
Contain your relocated slang and those incredible eyes?
Hey, hey I too want change
I'm not talking about faith, I will pay
For evidence of the numbers and names
Of anyone with guns
The money or the planes
I know you said that I was just one kid
That we can't do what one thousand once did
So let me leave you with this simple idea
And maybe one of you might run with it for real
And on that day will we be original spies?
Through dusty Lucite will the sun still rise?
Will strange new days, striated with strain
Contain your relocated slang and those incredible...
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