| Is all that we’ve become,
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| just nothing but hats and bags
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| We’re waiting for taxi cabs
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| ao you light cigarettes
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| and I’m taking drags
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| In the air, a sea of words
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| that didn’t come soon enough
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| In my mind a railway station
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| and a ticket stub
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| And it is easter in the town
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| I can hear as they strike off the bell
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| We’re listening to some old man
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| Say he came back to life with a hole in his head
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| And now the Sunday school is gathered
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| together in pink and in blue
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| They’re heralding angels for you,
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| but not for me They’re singing
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| Gloria in excelsis
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| Deo deo
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| Gloria in excelsis
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| But there’s no,
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| There’s no hope
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| And I am grateful for the things
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| that you’ve tried to show to me dear
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| but there no arcadia
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| No alby and theres no Jerusalem here
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| And underneath your pastures green
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| there’s earth and there ash
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| and theres bone
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| and there are things that dissapear
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| into it and then they are gone
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| And there is light that hits the sky
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| and then it is midnight again
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| And there is my mother, my father,
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| and you and we are all impermanent
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| And on the green they tell their tales
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| about how even the dead can come back
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| I just dont believe in that
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| So you can keep on singing
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| Gloria in exclelsis
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| Deo deo
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| Gloria in excelsis
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| But there’s no,
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| There’s no hope
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| There’s no such thing
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| There’s no such thing
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| There’s no such thing
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| There’s no such thing
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| There’s no such thing
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| There’s no such thing
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| There’s no such thing
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| There’s no such thing as ghosts |