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Hello ! |
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Farewell to these marshes |
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Hemmed in like a boar between arches |
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Her very lowness with a head in a sling |
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I'm truly sorry - it sounds like a wonderful thing |
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I said charles, don't you ever craze |
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To appear on the front of the daily mail |
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Blessed in your mother's bridal veil ? |
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Oh ... |
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And so, i checked all the registered historical facts |
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I was shocked into shame to discover |
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I am the 18th pale descendant |
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Of some old queen or other |
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Oh, has the world changed, or have i changed ? |
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Oh has the world changed, or have i changed ? |
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Some 9-year old tough who peddles drugs |
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I swear to god |
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I never even knew what drugs were |
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So, i broke into the palace |
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With a sponge and a rusty spanner |
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She said : 'i know you, and you cannot sing' |
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I said : 'that's nothing - you should hear me play piano' |
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We can go for a walk where it's quiet and dry |
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And talk about precious things |
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But when you're tied to your mother's apron |
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No-one talk about ... |
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Past the pub who breaks your body |
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And the church who'll snatch your money |
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The queen is dead, boys |
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And it's so lonely on a limb |
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Past the pub who wrecks your body |
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And the church - all they want is your money |
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The queen is dead, boys |
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You can trust me, boys |
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Life is very long, when you're lonely |
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Life is very long, when you're lonely |
