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Its all very well knowing how to write
And understanding the need to record
But like falling trees we somehow miss the point
Illiteracy we can ill afford
And thus we fail like every other shallow flawed human endeavor
Oh Sarajevo kids go you to Berlin
And ask about charisma and ideals
But don't forget your notepads
To be used as mirrors
Your ears and eyes the tools of empathy
So regress to students to learn the lessons
To stave off another hundred years
Of this farcical refrain of history
I would laugh if it weren't for the terror
And the killing
We've travelled someway
We've learned to admit
That this ice sculpture might once have been a stream
But I retain my apprehension
As picket lines in Belfast
Throw pipe bombs at their children in the family
We can't let our libraries slip out of our precocious grip
So regress to students to learn the lessons
To stave off another hundred years
Of this farcical refrain of history
I would laugh if it weren't for the terror
And the killing
And the idiocy of repetition
And the conceit of ignorance
And the idiocy of repetition
And the conceit of ignorance
And understanding the need to record
But like falling trees we somehow miss the point
Illiteracy we can ill afford
And thus we fail like every other shallow flawed human endeavor
Oh Sarajevo kids go you to Berlin
And ask about charisma and ideals
But don't forget your notepads
To be used as mirrors
Your ears and eyes the tools of empathy
So regress to students to learn the lessons
To stave off another hundred years
Of this farcical refrain of history
I would laugh if it weren't for the terror
And the killing
We've travelled someway
We've learned to admit
That this ice sculpture might once have been a stream
But I retain my apprehension
As picket lines in Belfast
Throw pipe bombs at their children in the family
We can't let our libraries slip out of our precocious grip
So regress to students to learn the lessons
To stave off another hundred years
Of this farcical refrain of history
I would laugh if it weren't for the terror
And the killing
And the idiocy of repetition
And the conceit of ignorance
And the idiocy of repetition
And the conceit of ignorance
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