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Hey, hey, the clouds are away |
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There's straw for the donkeys |
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And the innocents can all sleep safely |
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All sleep safely |
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My, my, sun is pie |
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There's fodder for the cannons |
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And the guilty ones can all sleep safely |
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All sleep safely |
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And all the world is football-shaped |
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It's just for me to kick in space |
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And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste |
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And I've got one, two, three, four, five |
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Senses working overtime |
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Trying to take this all in |
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I've got one, two, three, four, five |
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Senses working overtime |
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Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime |
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Pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime |
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Hey hey, night fights day |
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There's food for the thinkers |
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And the innocents can all live slowly |
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All live slowly |
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My, my, the sky will cry |
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Jewels for the thirsty |
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And the guilty one's can all die slowly |
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All die slowly |
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And all the world is biscuit-shaped |
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It's just for me to feed my face |
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And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste |
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And I've got one, two, three, four, five |
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Senses working overtime |
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Trying to take this all in |
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I've got one, two, three, four, five |
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Senses working overtime |
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Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime |
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Pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime |
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And birds might fall from black skies |
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And bullies might give you black eyes |
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And buses might skid on black ice |
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But to me it's very, very beautiful |
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(England's glory!) |
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Beautiful |
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(A striking beauty!) |
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And all the world is football-shaped |
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It's just for me to kick in space |
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And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste |
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And I've got one, two, three, four, five |
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Senses working overtime |
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Trying to take this all in |
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I've got one, two, three, four, five |
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Senses working overtime |
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Trying to tell the difference 'tween the goods and grime |
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Turds and treasure and there's one, two, three, four, five |
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Senses working overtime |
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Trying to take this all in |
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I've got one, two, three, four, five |
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Senses working overtime |
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Trying to taste the difference 'tween a lemon and a lime |
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Pain and pleasure and the church bells softly chime |
