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Everyone thinks it's fine |
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Making cash, coasting time |
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Everyone thinks it's fair |
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To be almost free - to be almost there |
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But not really aware |
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Anyone can cry |
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So wipe away those phoney tears in your eyes |
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Don't come 'round here |
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Expecting votes |
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See who charts the course on a sinking boat |
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And whatever you give |
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Listen - you give to give |
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But humanities so weak - if it can it would give |
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The loved of the loved |
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There's a man down there |
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And it should be clear |
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I thought we knew |
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And believed in it too |
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Anyone can see why |
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So wipe away the phoney tears you cry |
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An' don't come 'round here |
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Expecting votes |
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See who charts the course on a sinking boat |
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And whatever you give |
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Listen - you give to give |
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But humanities so weak - if it can it would give |
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The loved of the loved |
