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I remember once as a boy of nine |
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My sister eating glass |
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Though she thought it strange |
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For a glucose fruit |
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She enjoyed the taste it had |
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Having lived with you over seven years |
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It's amazing looking back |
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At the time our parents were of the view |
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Outside marriage it would never last |
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Now my parents they were |
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Divorced last year |
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And yours are separating soon |
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If they'd spent less time picking holes in us |
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Maybe they might not have been doomed |
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I remember once, as a child at school |
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My teacher calling me |
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And it, wasn't `raymond, step forward please` |
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It was `o'sullivan, come here' |
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Now at school they teach you to be polite |
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But as far as i am concerned |
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If the ones who teach you |
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Don't know themselves |
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How on earth are we supposed to learn |
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You might remember, just a few years back |
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Man's first footprints on the moon |
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Who'd have thought that after |
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Such a giant step |
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It would mean so little so soon |
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Mean so little so soon |
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If you go outside for a breath or air |
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And you start by breathing in |
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When you feel it's done you a power of good |
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It could have done more damage than you'd think |
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For the air we breath may be all that's ours |
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But you mustn't be fooled by space |
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At the rate we're going we'll all be dead |
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Breathing in our very own waste |
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Its amazing really, let me explain |
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But the thought of ending up dust |
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Is a clear reminder to those who feel |
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They're superior to us...superior to us |
