| Here’s to the gods and their seats on high
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| Nobody knows anything
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| Here’s to the flags in their guilty sky
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| Nobody says anything
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| This aside, this coast is clear
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| It doesn’t help, it doesn’t help me
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| Who am I? |
| Only
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| One more life that you can owe me
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| It’s civilised, it’s civilised, it’s civil sin
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| Who am I? |
| Only
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| One more lie so you can own me
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| It’s civilised, it’s civilised, it’s civil sin
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| Here’s to the crown in their Sunday best
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| Nobody knows anything
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| Here’s to the crowd, slaves who never rest
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| Nobody says anything
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| And this aside, this coast is clear
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| Until one man buys the whole show
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| And this aside, my mind is clear
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| It doesn’t help, it doesn’t help me
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| Who am I? |
| Only
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| One more life that you can owe me
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| It’s civilised, it’s civilised, it’s civil sin
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| Who am I? |
| Only
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| One more lie so you can own me
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| It’s civilised, it’s civilised, it’s civil sin
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| (repeat) |