| oh my darlings jean and rita
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| life couldn’t be much sweeter
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| swinging all around you see
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| what this country’s made of me until yesterday i’d thought
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| the best things in life are bought
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| strange when you’re led by the nose
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| through restaurants in evening clothes
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| through restaurants in evening clothes
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| but i’m tired of these contradictions
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| council roads to revolution
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| waves part, on they go walking fast, thinking slow
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| days don’t pass so calmly
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| invaded by salvation’s army
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| if this is all god’s given
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| well, he could keep the rest
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| i said he could keep the, keep the rest
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| but all these pennies
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| if they came from heaven
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| would this mean that all’s forgiven?
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| i’ve seen these men and all the women
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| in love with everyday living
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| stack furniture against the door
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| landmine the kitchen floor
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| opening windows, pulling strings
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| the smell of napalm in the morning
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| but if engels came, saved us all
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| i doubt he would make housecalls
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| somehow i doubt that he would make housecalls
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| but if all these pennies
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| if they came from heaven
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| could karl marx have been mistaken? |