| You found chances in this place
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| To build upon your affluence and build upon your grace
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| You’d have come sooner if you’d known
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| Now you’re brushing up the velvet and the beads upon your throne
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| You come thundering in
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| You come thundering in
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| You want and you’re taking plenty
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| And all the things that we knew
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| You’ve plundered them through
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| And you’ll drink till our cup is empty
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| Blindly thundering
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| Once the old ones used to meet
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| With stories told before the fire the whisky tasted sweet
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| You did not want them to be seen
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| Now you’re polishing the vinyl and your video machine
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| You come thundering in
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| You come thundering in
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| You want and you’re taking plenty
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| And all the things that we knew
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| You’ve plundered them through
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| And you’ll drink till our cup is empty
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| Blindly thundering
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| How can you repay them for stealing their pride?
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| For stealing the place that they keep deep inside?
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| So you’ll move these ancient stones
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| You’ll cut away these green and spreading towers that have grown
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| And when we ask you where they’ve gone
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| Well, you polish your excuses for the made man must move on
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| You come thundering in
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| You come thundering in
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| You want and you’re taking plenty
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| And all the things that we knew
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| You’ve plundered them through
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| And you’ll drink till our cup is empty
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| Blindly thundering |