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We dance like new years eve, we |
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We dance from sheer relief, whoa oh |
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Everything must change |
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[Verse 1: Urthboy] |
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The people that you projected us as |
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We were nothing of the sort, sold us all short |
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Put down the champagne, no toast to the legacy |
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(no way) And all the propaganda of prosperity |
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That's what a machine does and they don't need therapy |
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You turned us into a nation of haters |
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Far-right appeaser/ believer in whatever get you leader |
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Dog whistle through the speakers |
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see who bites it, I noticed a hell of a lot of people liked it |
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An ethical choice is simpler if you price it |
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Conquer by dividing that's why you admired him? |
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unless pushed we would never have retired him |
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f**kin pirate history will damn him |
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once it seemed like nothing could damage him |
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{Unkle Ho spits something in Mandarin} |
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Crook, you got your arse played in Mandarin! |
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[Chorus: Jane Tyrell (+ Herd)] |
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Finally the King is Dead, we cried off with his head |
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Everything must change (Everything must change), everything must change |
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We dance like New Years Eve, we dance from relief, everything must change |
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(Nothing stays the same), Nothing stays the same oh |
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Nothing stays the same ohhh |
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[Verse 2: Ozi Batla] |
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Yeah Cats I know are feeling just like the rapture |
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And I can tell who this mood is failing to capture |
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It's like somebody finally did light that match up |
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And burn down the parliament, learned from the argument |
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Can't be non-partisan, when you're an artist |
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And you put your heart in it, and that's not even the half of it |
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Like my man said, we're talking butter and bread |
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Better if his words were never uttered again |
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Mostly vindictive, who could have predicted |
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Just a few tax breaks to keep us all addicted |
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The dickhead dictator, leader, imitator |
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Made me feel immature when I said "I hate ya" |
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Did you read the paper the day after and hear the laughter? |
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I'll read it to you, it starts with M McKew and ends with you |
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No broader view from the people on your ship that you used to call crew Huh! |
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That's typical, now I guess it's difficult |
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for the type of person who only thinks of individual |
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No residual, you'll see our resilience |
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Take your bat and ball and head for the pavilion. |
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[Chorus] |
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[Jane Tyrell] |
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Just promise me this, no rose petal glasses, quickly consign him to part of the past |
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Just promise me this, no rose petal glasses, quickly consign him to part of the past |
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[Chorus] {X2} |
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Nothing stays the same oh... |
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Nothing stays the same oh... |
