1959

Listen to my story, got two tales to tell
 One of fallen glory, one of vanity
 The world's roof was raging, but we were looking fine
 'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
 In 1959
 Wisdom was a teapot pouring from above
 Desolation angels served it up with love
 Ignitin' like every form of light
 Then moved by bold design
 Slide in that thing and it grew wings
 In 1959
 It was blue shining in the sun
 First, freedom
 Speeding the American claim
 Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom
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 China was the tempest, madness overflowed
 Lama was a young man
 And watched his world in flames
 Taking Glory down by the edge of clouds
 It was a cryin' shame
 Another lost horizon, Tibet the fallen star
 Wisdom and compassion crushed, in the land of Shangri-La
 But in the land of the Impala, honey
 Well, we were lookin' fine
 'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
 In 1959
 'Cause we built that thing and it grew wings
 In 1959
 It was the best of times, it's the worst of times
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 It was the best of times, it was the worst of times
 1959