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(smith/shanahan) (c)1997 druse music, inc./slea head music (ascap) Listen to my story. got two tales to tell. One of fallen glory. one of vanity. The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine; 'cause we built that thing and it grew wings, In nineteen-fifty-nine. Wisdom was a teapot; pouring from above. Desolation angels Served it up with love. Ignitin'[g strife] like every form of light, Then moved by bold design, Slid in that thing and it grew wings, |
In nineteen-fifty-nine. **************** It was blood, shining in the sun; First: freedom! Speeding the american claim: Freedom; freedom; freedom; freedom! ****************** China was the tempest; [and] madness overflowed. [the] lama was a young man, And [he] watched his world in flames. Taking glory down by the edge of clouds; It was a cryin'[g] shame. Another lost horizon. tibet the fallen star. |
Wisdom and compassion crushed, in the land of shangri-la. But in the land of the impala, honey, well, We were lookin' fine, 'cause we built that thing and it grew wings; In nineteen-fifty-nine. 'cause we built that thing and it grew wings; In nineteen-fifty-nine. It was the best of times, it's [was] the worst of times; In 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959; 1959. It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. [in] nineteen-fifty-nine. |
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