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Break the branch upon the willow no bird will want to sing today
Cut loose the boats down in the boathouse, weâve never seen such strange old days
Tell the lost that no oneâs looking, tell the found that no one cares,
No one can ever find the answers, weâve never seen such strange old days
So long to thinking, the crowd will travel well, weâve unchained a monster, and it left me feeling unwell
So long to knowing, the past is buried still, under a hard place in an empty wishing well
No oneâs coming for the helpless, so come and quickly help yourself,
Go and sell yourself to Jesus, God insists upon that sale
People are whistling to the sirens, they clap their hands to a defeat
I saw a headless person crying, weâve never seen such strange old days