| We’ve made our beds
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| And now we lay
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| Revenge is sweet
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| If only we could stem the tide
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| If only we could
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| As Europe slips into the sea
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| Well we could have saved a million more
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| We’ve made our beds and now we lay
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| A snake can shed its skin but never change
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| And if we all pray hard enough
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| And keep our noses clean
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| Maybe we’ll be saved
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| The wind blows from the east
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| We will sail this ship into the setting sun
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| The wind blows from the east
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| We will sail this ship into the setting sun
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| The wind blows from the east
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| We will sail this ship into the setting sun
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| The wind blows from the east
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| We will sail this ship into the setting sun
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| As Europe slips into the sea
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| Well we could have saved a million more
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| We’ve made our beds and now we lay
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| A snake can shed its skin but never change
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| As Europe slips into the sea
|
| Well we could have saved a million more
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| We’ve made our beds and now we lay
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| A snake can shed its skin but never change |