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Don Henley Inside Job They're Not Here, They're Not Coming (don henley/stan lynch) From the arizona desert To the salisbury plain Lights on the horizon Patterns on the grain Anxious eyes turned upward Clutching souvenirs Carrying our highest hopes and our darkest fears They swear there was an accident back in '47 Little man with a great big head Splattered down from heaven Government conspiracy; cover-ups and lies Hidden in the desert under endless skies Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold Post, postmodern world No time for heroes, no place for good guys No room for rocky the flying squirrel They're not here, they're not coming Not in a million years Turn your weary eyes back homeward Stop your trembling, dry your tears You may see the heavens flashing You may hear the cosmos humming But i promise you, my brother They're not here, they're not coming Would they pile into the saucer Find orlando's rat and hug it? Go screaming through the universe Just to get mcnuggets? Well, i don't think so, i don't think so It's much too dangerous, it's much too strange Here in a world that won't give oprah no home on the range Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold Post, postmodern world No authenticity, no sign of soul The radio won't play george and merle They're not here, they're not coming Not in a million years 'til we put away our hatred 'til we lay aside our fears You may see the heavens flashing You may hear the cosmos humming But i promise you, my sister They're not here, they're not coming To this garden we were given And always took for granted It's like my daddy told me, you just bloom where you're planted. Now you long to be delivered From this world of pain and strife That's a sorry substitution for a spiritual life (solo) Well, it's a cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold, cold Post, postmodern world No place for sentiment, no room for romance Bring back the duke of earl They're not here, they're not coming Not in a million years Turn your hopes back homeward Hold your children, dry their tears You may see the heavens flashing You may hear the cosmos humming But i promise you, my brother They're not here, they're not coming They're not here, they're not coming Not in a million years 'til we put away our hatred And lay aside our fears You may see the heavens flashing You may hear the cosmos humming But i promise you, my brother They're not here, they're not coming |
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