The Boy In the Bubble

It was a slow day
 And the sun was beating
 On the soldiers by the side of the road
 There was a bright light
 A shattering of shop windows
 The bomb in the baby carriage
 Was wired to the radio
 These are the days of miracle and wonder
 This is the long distance call
 The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
 The way we look to us all
 The way we look to a distant constellation
 That's dying in a corner of the sky
 These are the days of miracle and wonder
 And don't cry baby, don't cry
 Don't cry
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 It was a dry wind
 And it swept across the desert
 And it curled into the circle of birth
 And the dead sand
 Falling on the children
 The mothers and the fathers
 And the automatic earth
 These are the days of miracle and wonder
 This is the long distance call
 The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
 The way we look to us all, oh yeah
 The way we look to a distant constellation
 That's dying in a corner of the sky
 These are the days of miracle and wonder
 And don't cry baby, don't cry
 Don't cry
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 It's a turn-around jump shot
 It's everybody jump start
 It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
 Medicine is magical and magical is art
 The boy in the bubble
 And the baby with the baboon heart
 And I believe
 These are the days of lasers in the jungle
 Lasers in the jungle somewhere
 Staccato signals of constant information
 A loose affiliation of millionaires
 And billionaires and baby
 These are the days of miracle and wonder
 This is the long distance call
 The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
 The way we look to us all, oh yeah
 The way we look to a distant constellation
 That's dying in a corner of the sky
 These are the days of miracle and wonder
 And don't cry baby, don't cry
 Don't cry, don't cry