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1959
Patti Smith
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Listen to my story. Got two tales to tell.
One of fallen glory. One of vanity.
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The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine;
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'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings,
In Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
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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.
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It was Blood, shining in the Sun;
First: Freedom!
Speeding the american claim:
Freedom; Freedom; Freedom; Freedom!
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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.
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Wisdom and compassion Crushed, in the land of Shangri-La.
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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.
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It was the best of times; It was the worst of times.
[In] Nineteen-Fifty-Nine.
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