| When I was just a child
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| My world it was so small
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| The empty playground swings
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| The corner shop, the penny drinks
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| The backyard walls
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| Of a brave new world
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| And as the years passed by I never thought to try
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| And memorise the dreams
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| The childhood fantasies
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| The backyard walls
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| Of a brave new world
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| Hey, Suzanne, won’t you come out to play?
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| Well the moon is bright and this weather’s fine
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| And there’s something I’ve got to say
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| Hey, Suzanne, won’t you come out to play?
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| Well my mama told me and I know she’s right
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| That the blackest day’s when the nations fight
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| Remember to pray when you go to bed
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| For what mama said
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| Bow your head
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| For a brave new world
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| Now I’m twenty-four
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| My small world’s closed the door
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| I feel like I should cry
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| Death’s desperation lies on every eye
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| In the brave new world
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| Hey, Suzanne, won’t you come out to play?
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| Well the moon is bright and the weather’s fine
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| And there’s something I’ve got to say
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| Hey, Suzanne, won’t you come out to play?
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| Well my mama told me and I know she’s right
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| That the blackest day’s when the nations fight
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| Remember to pray when you go to bed
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| For what mama said
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| Bow your head
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| For a brave new world
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| Now I’m old and grey
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| And life has passed my way
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| My tears have all run dry
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| I’ve seen men born to kill and born to die
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| For a brave new world
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| For a brave new world
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| It’s such an old, old world |