| Rootless cosmopolitans the hubris makes you hoot
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| You watch us travel round the world
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| And even follow suit
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| But times have changed, and mother
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| Standing at the garden gate
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| Calls us home for dinner
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| With the nation state
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| We dreamed we could live anywhere
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| And some actually did
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| Taking flats in Paris, Brussels and Madrid
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| Learning other languages, with other points of view
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| It became, back in the 90s, something anyone could do
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| We took it all for granted, that expansion of the cage
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| Global, multicultural, the catchwords of the age
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| But, scapegoated by populists, our freedoms go to hell
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| Because if we can do it, so can immigrants as well
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| We dreamed we could live anywhere
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| And started moving in
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| To beautiful apartments in Lisbon and Berlin
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| With other cosmopolitans with other points of view
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| Showing local people that was something you could do
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| Rootless cosmopolitans, it’s so great to be free
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| You listened to the travellers' tales
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| And started to agree
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| But hubris requires nemesis, the guardians of the gate
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| Call us in to dine again with the nation state
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| Rootless cosmopolitans, pretension makes you hoot
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| At elitists and precarians under your jackboot
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| But scapegoated by populists the whole thing flew to hell
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| Because if we can do it, so can immigrants as well |