Back into the present, it's different since I've been away: War and desolation, it's getting worse with every day: Even back in thirteen fifty-eight People had to fight to keep things straight. Waiting in the disco, tell my friends just what I've seen, They won't believe my story when I tell them where I've been: Smoke and lights and music blow my mind Must go somewhere quiet to unwind.
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