| It’s cold and we’re all snowed in
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| Vote yes for the global warming
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| Reaping the things the poor are sowing
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| What then are the polls showing?
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| Who’ll be the superseder
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| The builder of the walls; |
| a great leader
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| He’ll rape us all and say surprise
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| …and everything is fine
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| The one who traps the most monkeys in
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| The maze will win
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| The ballots handed did not have all names in
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| You know that? |
| I’m just saying…
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| The New World Order
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| Keeps fishing in the troubled water
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| «Choose me. |
| I will pour more fish in the sea»
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| So, I would need a billion dollars to my name?
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| But no validation, no acclaim?
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| It’s like a play, TV-make-up, a toupée
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| The chosen one may dig one grave
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| For the nation. |
| Hooray!
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| Fairytale for the ones with no hope
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| Human weakness gets explored
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| And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’s
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| A fairytale for the ones with the dough
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| And here‘s the happy rending news
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| Told by the one you’ll choose
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| Wait, wait, wait, there is more!
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| All the news your TV’s sending
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| The same news they’re all dispensing
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| One Ring to rule them all, who’s paying
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| Where’s Waldo, Who’s the Walrus?
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| Confuse to veil the wrong questions
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| By the only ones with the answers
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| «Facts are stupid things»
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| No, I don’t need a billion dollars to my name
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| I don’t need a star, The Walk of Fame
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| It’s all a play, TV-make-up, a toupée
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| The chosen one will dig my grave
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| Hip, hip, hooray!
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| Fairytale for the ones with no hope
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| Human weakness gets explored
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| And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’s
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| A fairytale for the ones with the dough
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| Turn the page with fingers so
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| So long and beautiful
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| The moon is rising down
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| Your smile is but a frown
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| Befitting like a tailor-made, upscale suit on a clown
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| «Things have never been more like the way they are
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| Today in history»
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| «Sir, you are urinating on me»
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| «It's freezing and snowing in New York
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| We need global warming»
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| «Let's steel our wills and lose our minds»
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| Let’s steel our wills and lose our minds, our minds
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| No, I don’t need a billion dollars to my name
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| I don’t need a star, The Walk of Fame
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| It’s all a play, TV-make-up, a toupee
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| The chosen one will dig my grave
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| Hey-yay!
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| Fairytale for the ones with no hope
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| Human weakness gets explored
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| And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’s
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| A fairytale for the ones with the dough
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| Turn the page with fingers so
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| So, long and beautiful
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| Fairytale for the ones with no hope
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| Human weakness gets explored
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| And the end is the triumph of the poor, hey it’s
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| A fairytale for the ones with the dough
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| Page by page, we turn and fall asleep
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| Then count the only sheep
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| Too afraid to leap…
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| In to a ravine |