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A penny in your pocket, a suitcase in your hand,
They won t get you very far, now you re a twenty-first century man.
Fly across the city, flies above the land,
You can do most anything, now you re a twenty-first century man.
Though you ride on the wheels of
You still wander the fields of your sorrow. What will it bring?
One day you re a hero, the next day you re a clown,
There s nothing that is in between, now you re a twenty-first century man.
You should be so happy, you should be so glad,
So why are you so lonely, you re a twenty-first century man.
You stepped out of a dream believing everything was gone,
Return with what you ve learned they ll kiss the ground you walk upon.
Solo:
Things aren t how you thought they were,
Nothing have you planned,
So pick up your penny and your suitcase,
You re not a twenty-first century man.
Though you ride on the wheels of (
You still wander the fields of your sorrow (sorrow)
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Twenty-first century man.