| There was a rhyme that wasn’t a rhyme
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| In a time that wasn’t a time
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| There was a place that wasn’t a place
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| There was a race that wasn’t a race
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| But I lived in a city no-one knew
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| Thousands of people, indecisions
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| Chained in by sorrow everyone
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| Started to wonder how it all begun
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| Waiting for leaders to lead them to pens
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| Queues went for miles and millions to come
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| Fall of because write us a few
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| Friend kept complaining and joined the queue!
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| Still was a place that wasn’t a place
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| Still a race that wasn’t a race
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| Had to find it, it wasn’t 'round here
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| Such a thought — a simple idea
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| Long hall and benches, flesh on the spit
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| Music was playing, wine to drink
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| Women of scarlet, faces of flame
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| Laughter and argue, ever the same |