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A-A# 4 times)
In the haze of the morning, China sits on eternity
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And the opium farmers sell dreams to obscure fraternities
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On the horizon the curtains are closing
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Down in the orchard, the aunties and uncles play their games
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(Like it seems they always have done)
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In the blue distance, the vertical offices bear their names
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(Like it seems they always have done)
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Clocks ticking slowly, dividing the day up.
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These poor girls are such fun,
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They know what God gave them their fingers for
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(to make percussion over so-los) [typing percussion]
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China, my China, I've wandered around and you're still here
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(Which I guess you should be proud of)
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Your walls have enclosed you,
Have kept you at home for thousands of years
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(But there's something I should tell you)
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All the young boys, they are dressing like sailors.
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I remember a man who
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Jumped out from a window over the bay
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(There was hardly a raised eyebrow)
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The coroner told me,
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This kind of thing happens every day.
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You see, from the Pagoda, the world is so tidy.
done by ketty inglet