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Cold and misty morning, I heard a warning borne in the air |
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About an age of power where no one had an hour to spare, |
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Where the seeds have withered, silent children shivered, in the cold |
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Now their faces captured in the lenses of the jackals for gold. |
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I'll be there |
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I'll be there |
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I will be there. |
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Suffering in silence, they've all been betrayed. |
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They hurt them and they beat them, in a terrible way. |
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Praying for survival at the end of the day. |
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There is no compassion for those who stay. |
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I'll be there |
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I'll be there |
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I will be there |
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There must be someone who can set them free: |
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To take their sorrow from this odyssey |
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To help the helpless and the refugee |
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To protect what's left of humanity. |
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Can't you see |
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Can't you see |
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Can't you see |
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I'll be there |
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I'll be there |
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I will be there; |
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To heal their sorrow |
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To beg and borrow |
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Fight tomorrow. |
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Step inside! Hello! We've a most amazing show |
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You'll enjoy it all we know |
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Step inside! Step inside! |
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We've got thrills and shocks, supersonic fighting cocks. |
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Leave your hammers at the box |
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Come inside! Come inside! |
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Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! |
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See the show! |
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Left behind the bars, rows of Bishops' heads in jars |
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And a bomb inside a car |
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Spectacular! Spectacular! |
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If you follow me there's a speciality |
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Some tears for you to see |
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Misery, misery, |
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Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! |
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See the show! |
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Next upon the bill in our House of Vaudeville |
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We've a stripper in a till |
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What a thrill! What a thrill! |
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And not content with that, |
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With our hands behind our backs, |
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We pull Jesus from a hat, |
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Get into that! Get into that! |
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Roll up! Roll up! Roll up! |
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See the show! |
