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TILTING AT WINDMILLS I I try to keep my balance. This tightrope we walk’s a challenge. I put my best foot forward, but stumble anyway. And I’m tilting at windmills again, —tilting at windmills my friend. No matter how hard I try it always ends this way. II I figure out how to do it, —just how we can dodge the bullet; but the truth of the matter hits me right between the eyes… —that I’m tilting at windmills my friends, —tilting at windmills again. No matter how hard I try it always ends this way. Chorus: I aim and shoot at the darkness; but my arrow falls wide of the mark! Am I just blind, or is there something else that I’m not seeing? How is it that every time I try to play God it seems I generate ten new problems for every one I solve? Chorus: Is it wisdom or is it hubris? Just where is the sense in all this? We aim and shoot at the darkness; but our arrows turn back on us! How is it that every time we try to play God instead we generate ten new crises for every one we solve? III Stripped of our flags and banners, newspapers and TV cameras; we aren’t so different, no, we’re really much the same; but we’re tilting at windmills again, tilting at windmills always. No matter how hard we try it always ends this way… IV Charging ahead at FOOL speed, we’re sowing another bad seed! Our pride, it gets in the way, and we try to shift the blame; so we’re tilting at windmills again; —tilting at windmills my friends. No matter how hard we try it always ends this way. I’m still tilting at windmills my friends, —tilting at windmills again. No matter how hard I try it always ends this way! YUP!
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