| Gold, let it unfold, imagine you’re dressed in gold
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| Roaring crowds in Manchester will manage to be told
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| Oh and your king
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| The boy you loved in spring
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| The way she looks at him
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| The common goal
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| And waiting for the kids to go
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| We’ve been held back for after-school meetings
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| They’ve got it in for me
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| For all its worth
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| The key to life on Earth
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| Jokers, happy go xenophobe locals
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| Have got it in for me
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| For all I’m worth
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| The key to life on Earth
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| Holy smokes
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| You kids and your jokes
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| Asking where we got our jeans
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| And where the hell we found our coats
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| 'Cause dirty streets these days are graced by Nikes of black and green
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| And headstrong boys in chinos barely grasp what that could mean
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| And they lie
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| Then men that wrung us dry
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| The boys who poked your eye
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| The common fool, the walk to school for you and I
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| We’ve been held back for after-school meetings
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| They’ve got it in for me
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| For all its worth
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| The key to life on Earth
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| The thing is these out-of-touch scrounging rich kids
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| Are living here for free
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| On my home turf
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| The key to life on Earth
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| Call in to wake you up in the morning, iron your suit and tie
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| Forever 'til you die
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| Join forces like carousels and their horses
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| Forever spinning 'round
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| And never coming down
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| Come out and join us, honey, we will sort you out
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| Come work in Brookfield Park and we can shut your mouth
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| Come work in Sainsbury’s, babe, until you’ve had enough
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| Come on out, come on out, come on out, come on out
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| Come out and join us, honey, we will sort you out
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| Come work in Brookfield Park and we can shut your mouth
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| Come work in Sainsbury’s, babe, until you’ve had enough
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| Come on out, come on out, come on out, come on out |