| I am just a jangling man
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| Been in the cold too long-along-along
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| They’re breaking glass and burning buildings
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| In the early greenhouse sun
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| The powers-that-be will blame extremists
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| And I may well be one
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| And all you kids in Cardboard City
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| I hope you’re having fun
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| And all you voters everywhere
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| Will remember what you’ve done
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| Remember what you’ve done
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| And I am just a jangling man
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| Been in the cold too long-along-along
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| And I live with a Raggedy-Ann
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| We never had any money, is it really so wrong?
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| The velvet glove, the iron rod
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| And a bridle for your tongue
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| The tanks which trundle through the square
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| When the old have killed the young
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| The wind feels all the colder
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| Bow that the summer’s on the run
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| The old man sees the wall come down
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| And he reaches for his gun
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| He reaches for his gun
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| And I am just a jangling man
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| Been in the cold too long-along-along
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| And I live with a Raggedy-Ann
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| We never had any money, is it really so wrong?
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| When we dream
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| Dream of a feeling
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| To wake one day and find that you are gone
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| And will we dance?
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| Dance by your gravesides
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| So glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone
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| Yeah, look out!
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| So wander dimly through the past
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| Of the England that you knew
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| These dispossessed and homeless children
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| They all belong to you
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| They all belong to you
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| And I am just a jangling man
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| Been in the cold too long-along-along
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| And I live with a Raggedy-Ann
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| We never had any money, is it really so wrong?
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| When we dream (dream, dream)
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| Dream of a feeling
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| (I am just a jangling man)
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| To wake one day and find that you are gone
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| (I am just a jangling man)
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| And will we dance? |
| (dance, dance)
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| Dance by your gravesides
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| (I am just a jangling man)
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| So glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone
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| (I am just a jangling man)
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| So glad, so glad, so glad that you are gone
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| (Yeah!) |