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Subject: music : I.G.Y. (d. en)
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Title: I.G.Y. (International Geophysical Year) (Donald en)
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Standing tough, Under stars and stripes we can tell
The dream is in sight,
You ve got to admit it, at this point in time that it s clear
The future looks bright
On that train all graphite and glitter, Undersea by rail
Nintey minutes from New York to Paris
Dbdim7
Well by seventy-six we ll be A.O.K.
CHORUS: |: What a beautiful world this will be
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| What a glorious time to be free :|
Get your ticket to that wheel in space while there s time
The fix is in
You ll be a witness to that game of chance in the sky
You know we ve got to win
Here at home we ll play in the city, Powered by the sun
Perfect weather for a streamlined world
Dbdim7
There ll be spandex jackets one for everyone
CHORUS
LEAD
On that train all graphite and glitter, Undersea by rail
Nintey minutes from New York to Paris
Dbdim7
(More leisure for artists everywhere)
A just machine to make big decisions
Programmed by fellows with compassion and vision
We ll be clean when their work is done
Dbdim7
We ll be eternally free yes and eternally young
CHORUS
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All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain.