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They say this fair city has ten thousand souls |
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Some live in mansions |
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And some live in holes |
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Some eat from silver |
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And some eat from gold |
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Some sift through garbage |
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And sleep in the cold |
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I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars |
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I saw a deep river all choked up with cars |
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A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream |
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An old English church yard and an old English dream |
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Once we had a country |
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And thought it so fair |
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If you look through the mirror |
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You can still find it there |
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But now our great country |
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Is broken and torn |
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And all of its promise |
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And liberties worn |
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I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars |
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I saw a deep river all choked up with cars |
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A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream |
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An old English church yard and an old English dream |
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I saw a great plain in winter |
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All covered in snow |
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Ten thousand soldiers |
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That marched to and fro |
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I saw a broken down building |
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With ten thousand doors |
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But none of them open |
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And none of them yours |
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I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars |
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I saw a deep river all choked up with cars |
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A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream |
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An old English church yard and an old English dream |