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God would weep |
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if he existed |
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and he saw what man can do to man |
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He'd think that we were twisted |
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His unblinking eye would blink and then |
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He'd say not in my name you don't |
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you stupid little men |
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With your arrogance and ignorance |
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you do it time and time again |
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I must be getting old |
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There's a fire and a fury |
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driven deep into my soul |
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It's the helplessness that comes |
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from being under your control |
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And everything is broken |
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We got the High Street full of holes |
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The High Street's full of holes |
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High Street's full of holes |
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Five million cameras stare at us |
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They treat us like we're fools |
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Our privacy is meaningless |
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We're suffocating by ten thousand rules |
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This Kingdom's not united |
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Just a complicated mess |
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Are we in Europe |
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Half in Europe |
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Not in Europe |
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We're soulless, spineless, directionless |
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I must be getting old |
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There's a fire and a fury |
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driven deep into my soul |
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It's the helplessness that comes |
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from being under your control |
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And everything is broken |
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Stylophone! |
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And everything is broken |
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Why send our young men out to die |
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in wars that we don't understand |
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Why on earth should we be meddling |
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in places like Afghanistan |
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The price is much too high |
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in terms of money or our precious men |
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Your reasons are mysterious |
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and quite beyond ken |
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I must be getting old |
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There's a fire and a fury |
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driven deep into my soul |
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It's the helplessness that comes |
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You even sold our gold |
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And everything is broken |
