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Red wine and tan lines |
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Colour our differences |
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You feel less satisfied |
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The more that you acquire |
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Black cabs & bar tabs |
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To help you get away |
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You feel quite justified |
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To feed your magpie's eyes |
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You'll be happy |
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When you're willing |
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To share |
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Worn holes in old clothes |
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Wait for the hand-me-downs |
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Tethered, tangled, and tied; |
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The suit that fits too tight |
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Hide behind the bread line |
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Hunger howls our pockets dry |
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'nd It should cripple your pride |
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To know others won't survive |
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We'll be happy |
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When we're willing |
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To share |
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Gather the right minds |
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'nd Slowly through time |
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All the right minds |
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Ignoring patience that we lack |
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Will inform the new minds |
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And likely inclined all the new minds |
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Will in turn replace the old |
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We will change you easily |
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Great ideals will be replaced |
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Red wine & tan lines |
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Colour our differences |
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Economic divide |
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This doesn't suit me fine |
