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Seven million of progress handed down on silver wings
Of gossamer and protein we haven't learned a thing
Are we up in our anger, locked up in our rage
In the opera of selection on this our earthly

And Charlie's laughing, laughing in his grave
at the prophecy, the prophecy he gave
Can we our wings like angels, can we break out of the grind
Are we to be Darwin's children this time
The ribbons of our cigarettes in the air
In the glow of our great teacher we sit and stare
And the sky open up and what would we have to say
Something cute about burning out, than fading away
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On the wings of now we hurdle toward our fate
As sure as the burns
resignation, evolutionary fate
When will we ever
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