Back into the present, it's different since I've been away:
War and desolation, it's getting worse with every day:
Even back in thirteen fifty-eight
People had to fight to keep things straight.
Waiting in the disco, tell my friends just what I've seen,
They won't believe my story when I tell them where I've been:
Smoke and lights and music blow my mind
Must go somewhere quiet to unwind.
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