Meanwhile back in the year One --- when you belonged to no-one ---
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you didn't stand a chance son, if your pants were undone.
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`Cause you were bred for humanity and sold to society ---
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one day you'll wake up in the Present Day ---
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a million generations removed from expectations
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of being who you really want to be.
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Skating away ---
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skating away ---
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skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
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So as you push off from the shore,
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won't you turn your head once more --- and make your peace with everyone?
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For those who choose to stay,
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will live just one more day ---
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to do the things they should have done.
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And as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emptiness:
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you feel you have to pray.
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Looking for a sign
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that the Universal Mind (!) has written you into the Passion Play.
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Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
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And as you cross the circle line, the ice-wall creaks behind ---
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you're a rabbit on the run.
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And the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye ---
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shining in the setting sun.
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Well, do you ever get the feeling that the story's
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too damn real and in the present tense?
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Or that everybody's on the stage, and it seems like
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you're the only person sitting in the audience?
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Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day.
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Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of The New Day
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Jethro Tull |