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We're gonna build |
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A whole new world for ourselves |
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Look, they clap eyes on us |
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And we're dead, right? |
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So we gotta make a new life |
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Where they'll never find us |
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You know where? Underground |
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You should see it down there |
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Hundreds of miles of drains sweet |
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And clean now after the rain |
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Dark, quiet, safe |
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We can build houses and everything |
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And what's so bad |
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About living underground, eh? |
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It's not been so great living up here |
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If you want my opinion |
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Take a look around you |
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At the world we've come to know |
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Does it seem to be much more |
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Than a crazy circus show? |
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But maybe from the madness |
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Something beautiful will grow |
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In a brave new world |
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With just a handful of men |
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We'll start, we'll start all over again |
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All over again, all over again |
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All over again |
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We'll build shops |
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And hospitals and barracks |
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Right under their noses |
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Right under their feet |
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Everything we need |
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Banks, prisons and schools |
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We'll send scouting parties |
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To collect books and stuff |
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And men like you'll teach the kids |
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Not poems and rubbish, science |
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So we can get everything working |
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We'll build villages and towns and |
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And we'll play each other at cricket |
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Listen, maybe one day we'll capture |
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A Fighting Machine, eh? |
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Learn how to make 'em ourselves |
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And then wallop |
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Our turn to do some wiping out |
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Whoosh with our Heat Ray, whoosh |
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And them running and dying |
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Beaten at their own game |
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Man on top again |
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Now our domination |
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Of the Earth is fading fast |
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And out of the confusion |
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The chance has come at last |
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To build a better future |
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From the ashes of the past |
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In a brave new world |
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With just a handful of men |
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We'll start all over again |
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Look, man is born in freedom |
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But he soon becomes a slave |
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In cages of convention |
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From the cradle to the grave |
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The weak fall by the wayside |
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But the strong will be saved |
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In a brave new world |
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With just a handful of men |
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We'll start all over again |
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I'm not trying to tell you what to be |
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Oh no, oh no, not me |
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But if mankind is to survive |
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The people left alive |
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They're gonna have |
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To build this world anew |
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And it's going to have |
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To start with me and you, yes |
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I'm not trying to tell you what to be |
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Oh no, oh no, not me |
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But if mankind is to survive |
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The people left alive |
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They're gonna have |
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To build this world anew |
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Yes and we will have |
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To be the chosen few |
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Just think of all the poverty |
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The hatred and the lies |
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And imagine the destruction |
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Of all that you despise |
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Slowly from the ashes |
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The phoenix will arise |
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In a brave new world |
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With just a handful of men |
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We'll start all over again |
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Take a look around you |
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At the world you've loved so well |
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And bid the aging empire |
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Of man a last farewell |
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It may not sound like Heaven |
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But at least it isn't Hell |
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It's a brave new world |
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With just a handful of men |
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We'll start, we'll start all over again |
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All over again, all over again |
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All over again |
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I've got a plan, can't you just see it? |
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Civilization starting all over again |
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A second chance |
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We'll even build a railway |
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And tunnel to the coast |
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Go there for our holidays |
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Nothing can stop men like us |
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I've made a start already |
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Come on down here and have a look |
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In the cellar was a tunnel |
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Scarcely ten yards long |
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That had taken him a week to dig |
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I could have dug that much in a day |
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And I suddenly had my first inkling |
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Of the gulf between his dreams |
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And his powers |
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It's doing the workin' and the thinkin' |
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That wears a feller out |
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I'm ready for a bit of a rest |
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How about a drink, eh? |
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Nothing but champagne |
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Now I'm the boss |
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We drank and then he insisted |
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Upon playing cards |
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With our species |
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On the edge of extermination |
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With no prospect but a horrible death |
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We actually played games. |
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Later he talked more of his plan |
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But I saw flames flashing |
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In the deep blue night |
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Red Weed glowing |
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Tripod figures moving distantly |
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And I put down my champagne glass |
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I felt like a traitor to my kind |
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And I knew I must leave |
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This strange dreamer |
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Take a look around you |
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At the world we've come to know |
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Does it seem to be much more |
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Than a crazy circus show? |
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Maybe from the madness |
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Something beautiful will grow |
