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The fire lights play on me, The choir ignites behind me. The rising voice of discontent, Of the guardian angels. You can bang the drum, Look what we've become. I hope there might be one of us, Who calls the tune, Last day of June. The so called third dimension, It hardly deserves a mention. The first and second stages, They've been confused for ages. Knowledge has been lost, But how much does it cost? I hope there might be one of us, Who calls the tune, Last day of June. Who breaks the news, Last day of June. The city draws it's breath in, I can almost hear it thinking. There are people within my walls With this God as order, Driving there machines, Swarming like a million bees. I hope there might be one of us, Who calls the tune, Last day of June. Who speaks the truth, Last day of June. Who breaks the news. |