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New World ManHe's a rebel and a runnerHe's a signal turning greenHe's a restless young romanticWants to run the big machineHe's got a problem with his poisonsBut you know he'll find a cureHe's cleaning up his systemsTo keep his nature pureLearning to match the beat of the Old World ManLearning to catch the heat of the Third World ManHe's got to make his own mistakesAnd learn to mend the mess he makesHe's old enough to know what's rightBut young enough not to choose itHe's noble enough to win the worldBut weak enough to lose itHe's a New World Man...He's a radio receiverTuned to factories and farmsHe's a writer and arrangerAnd a young boy bearing armsHe's got a problem with his powerWith weapons on patrolHe's got to walk a fine lineAnd keep his self-controlTrying to save the day for the Old World ManTrying to pave the way for the Third World ManHe's not concerned with yesterdayHe knows constant change is here todayHe's noble enough to know what's rightBut weak enough not to choose itHe's wise enough to win the worldBut fool enough to lose itHe's a New World Man...
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