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The Ashes

hey hey, its the end of the world,
So you don't get afraid,
They'll give you some pills,
So you can smile,
So you can grin,
While everyone you know,
Is on television,
They're all smiling,
They're all laughing,
they're waving you on in,
They say its a brand new world,
The men are the weather girls,
The girls are the anchor men,
The camera crew plays doctor,
And the audience,
The audience pretends,
That if they had a stethoscope,
There would be a heart,
On the other end,
Beatin just like thunder,
When the nights would never end,
Confident that our nearest star,
Would someday rise again,
Turning black and white to color,
And the ashes,
Into rock n roll.

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