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Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes |
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Or taking a ride on a cosmic train |
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Switch on a summer from a slot machine |
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Yes you can get what you want to if you want' |
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Cause you can get anything |
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I know we've come a long way |
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We're changing day to day |
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But tell me, where do the children play? |
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Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass |
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With your heavy loads pumping petrol gas |
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And you make them long and you make them tough |
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And you just go on and on and it seems you can't get off |
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I know we've come a long way |
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We're changing day to day |
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But tell me, where do the children play? |
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Crack the sky, scrapers fill the air |
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But you keep on building higher' |
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Til there's no more room up there? |
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Will you make us laugh? |
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Will you make us cry? |
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Will you tell us when to live? |
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Will you tell us when to die? |
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I know we've come a long way |
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We're changing day to day |
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But tell me, where do the children play? |
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Tell me, where, where do the children play? |
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Well I think it's fine, building jumbo planes |
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Or taking a ride on a cosmic train |
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But where do the children play? |
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Just tell me, where do the children play? |
