1957 was the year when sputnik flied (like an angel)
the era where young presidents died
the time when musicians thought
they could change the world.

under atomic skies

could I be content with the things I lack?
could I be content with the things I have?
i'm suck a malcontent
i'll never be content

this was the century when young boys died
like lemmings.
when science reigned supreme
and gods prayed
when everything was possible
but left undone

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Atomic Skies song meanings
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