| There’s a black cloud on the high rise
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| And a sulphurous haze below
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| And the seagulls drift darkly
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| On the seaway where long ships go
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| But you and I will have everything in our lives
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| Yes, you and I, we’ll have everything in our lives
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| There’s the sweet sound of oil wells drilling
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| As the new roads come rolling in
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| To throw up playing card houses
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| While the fortune wheel’s in spin
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| And you and I will have everything in our lives
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| Yes, you and I, we’ll have everything in our lives
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| Got a new car and a loo en suite
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| And a wage rise every second week
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| Propaganda on a balance sheet
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| That guarantees everything
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| There’s a black cloud on the high rise
|
| And a sulphurous haze below
|
| And the seagulls drift darkly
|
| On the seaway where long ships go
|
| But you and I will have everything in our lives
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| Yes, you and I, we’ll have everything in our lives
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| Got a new car and a loo en suite
|
| And a wage rise every second week
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| Propaganda on a balance sheet
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| That guarantees everything |