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It's what you think, it's what it's like, so many pieces remain tonight, you've had it all and now you can't get up. |
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It's just the way the story goes, the glass is cut and none of those who've licked your boots will help you now. |
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Get up. She's run over the fields of glory, sha lah lah, cold rain is slapping across her face, sha lah lah. |
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She's run over the fields of glory, sha lah lah. |
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She's run away from the fields of love, the fields of love. |
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She's run over the fields of glory, sha lah lah cold rain is slapping across her face, across her face, across your face. |
