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See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn |
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See grey stripes bowling down the street |
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Silver streaks and t-shirts so precisely torn |
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Strange foreign chaps in white bed-sheets --- |
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Uniforms |
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See golden halo'd men of high renown |
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Prance to the politicians' beat |
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Well tailored in unswerving elegance |
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With shoes by gucci on their feet --- |
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Uniforms |
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How do you know who the hell you are? |
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Wake up each day under a different star |
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Dressed to the nines, meet yourself going home |
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Like a clone, smartly dressed in your pressed uniform |
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White battle dress on green pitch, proud eleven |
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Beneath the swelling box so neat |
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The teeming millions of the future fly --- |
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The spinning cricket ball to cheat |
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They're all uniform |
