| I remember once as a boy of nine
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| My sister eating glass
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| Though she thought it strange
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| For a glucose fruit
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| She enjoyed the taste it had
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| Having lived with you over seven years
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| It’s amazing looking back
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| At the time our parents were of the view
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| Outside marriage it would never last
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| Now my parents they were
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| Divorced last year
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| And yours are separating soon
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| If they’d spent less time picking holes in us
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| Maybe they might not have been doomed
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| I remember once, as a child at school
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| My teacher calling me
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| And it, wasn’t 'Raymond, step forward please'
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| It was 'O'Sullivan, come here'
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| Now at school they teach you to be polite
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| But as far as I am concerned
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| If the ones who teach you
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| Don’t know themselves
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| How on earth are we supposed to learn
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| You might remember, just a few years back
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| Man’s first footprints on the moon
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| Who’d have thought that after
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| Such a giant step
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| It would mean so little so soon
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| Mean so little so soon
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| If you go outside for a breath or air
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| And you start by breathing in
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| When you feel it’s done you a power of good
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| It could have done more damage than you’d think
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| For the air we breath may be all that’s ours
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| But you mustn’t be fooled by space
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| At the rate we’re going we’ll all be dead
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| Breathing in our very own waste
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| Its amazing really, let me explain
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| But the thought of ending up dust
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| Is a clear reminder to those who feel
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| They’re superior to us… superior to us |