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Henley Don - They're Not Here, They're Not Coming lyrics
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 soulHenley Don - They're Not Here, They're Not Coming - http://motolyrics.com/henley-don/theyre-not-here-theyre-not-coming-lyrics.html
 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








