| The light, it is fading along the green belt
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| As the millions weep for their children
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| Sitting detached in the suburban ness
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| As politics brew in the cauldron
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| Dark ages
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| Spilling no secrets from the old house of cards
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| That stand immune as the great disease rages
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| Through the pack stacked with jokers
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| Old aces die hard
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| Unfinished flyovers crack in the winter
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| And the grass grows still through the concrete
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| The last words of Prime Ministers drop like the pin
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| Breaking silence left by their cold feet
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| Dark ages
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| Spilling no secrets from the old house of cards
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| That stand immune as the great disease rages
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| Through the pack stacked with jokers
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| Old aces die hard
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| And mother superior calls for the light
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| To mark heaven’s request for repentance
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| But the football crowds mutter and pray for the night
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| And march to their doom with acceptance
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| Dark ages
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| Plant their last seed on the withering land
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| To grow in the dust of yesterday’s wages
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| Underwritten by the pen of history’s hand
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| And the blue dawn
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| And cracks on the morn
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| Of another day
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| Ten thousand years away
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| And the seeds that were sown
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| Into young men have grown
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| Fathers to
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| Their youngest child to place
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| In the camp fire’s sight
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| Dead as the night
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| That he can’t quite recall
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| He can’t quite recall
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| When the dreams in his head were the stones
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| In his bed and the shouts of the sun as it falls
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| And the women wake and they laugh as they shake
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| Their frosty sleep from their hair
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| And put that same old kettle on
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| And sing that same old pagan song
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| Dark ages
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| History’s karma is rattling its chains
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| Dark ages
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| Civilization’s menstrual pains
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| The bone’s in the china, the fat’s in the fire
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| There’s no turkey left on the table
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| The commuters return on the six o’clock flyer
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| Brings no bale of straw for the stable
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| Dark ages
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| Spilling no secrets from the old house of cards
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| That stand immune as the great disease rages
|
| Through the pack stacked with jokers
|
| Old aces die hard
|
| Dark ages
|
| Spilling no secrets from the old house of cards
|
| That stands immune as the great disease rages
|
| Through the pack stacked with jokers
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| Old aces die hard |