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Turning on the TV and what do I see? |
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A pageantry of empty gestures all lined up for me - wow! |
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I'd have thought by now we would be ready to proceed |
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But a tearful hymn to tug the heart |
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And a man-sized wreath - ow! |
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Throw it on the fire |
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Throw it in the air |
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Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don't care, oh |
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Give me the sound |
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Wave the palms, steal the alms, fists in the air |
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A motorcade up benign shows the people that you care - ow! |
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Nature abhors a vacuum but what's between your ears? |
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Your judgement clouded with fearful thoughts |
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A headlights and a deer - ow! |
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Throw it on the fire |
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Throw it in the air |
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Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don't care |
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Look at what I've found |
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Everybody look around |
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Everybody looking like they just don't care, oh |
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Give me the sound |
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Well I'm not deceived by pomp and odious conceit |
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But a tearful hymn to tug the heart |
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And a man-sized wreath-ow! |
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Throw it on the fire |
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Throw it in the air |
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Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don't care |
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Look at what I've found |
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Everybody look around |
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Everybody looking like they just don't care |
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Throw it on the fire |
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Throw it in the air |
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Kick it out on the dance-floor like you just don't care, oh |
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Give me the sound |
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Give me the sound |
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Give me the sound |
