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Baba O'Riley

Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals
I get my back into my livin'
I don't need to fight to prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven

Don't cry, don't brace your eye
It's only teenage wasteland

Sally take my hand, we'll travel couth cross land,br> Put out fire, and don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here, the happy ones are near
Let's get together, before we get much older

Teenage wasteland, on the teenage wasteland
They're all wasted