"Tomorrow he's sure to be a smart fellow
Keep the bastards guessing
They all come and peep through a hole in the wall
Just to watch his heart undressing"
"Who can say
Will the world turn cold
Holding an ice age
Will the withering hand
Be the one foretold
Will anyone be getting old
Before they throw it all away
And if we can't be told
Then are we bored and sold
Please say"
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