| Paroles de la chanson A different kettle of very different fish:
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| I’ll take you down to that bright city mile
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| There to powder your sweet face and paint on a smile
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| That will show all of the pleasures and none of the pain
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| When you join my explosion
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| And play with my games
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| WarChild dance the days, and dance the nights away
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| No unconditional surrender; |
| no armistice day
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| Each night I’ll die in my contentment and lie in your grave
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| While you bring me water and I give you wine
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| Let me dance in your tea-cup and you shall swim in mine
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| WarChild dance the days, and dance the nights away
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| Open your windows and I’ll walk through your doors
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| Let me live in your country let me sleep by your shores
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| WarChild dance the days, and dance the nights away |