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Birdsong once drowned by traffic rings out, interrupted by bursts of silenceBrace yourselves, for the impact is nighWatch the numbers go sky high of those drowning on dry land We shelter from the invisible enemy and everything is on holdTrapped between yesterday and a time unknownIn a Twilight Zone town where every day is like Sundays used to beBut the children don't play in the streetsAnd human touch is hard to beat Keep our distanceObeyBut nod knowinglyAnd sayThe future is in our handsWash those parasites awayWe shall reclaim this landAnd let the children play