| Down on Consternation Street
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| Things are falling into place
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| Everyone here’s incomplete
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| And no one’s set for outer space
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| We’ll leave the bankers their beliefs
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| And watch their babies bounce and play
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| What counts is not what you achieve
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| It’s what you’re getting anyway
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| Get up, get up, get out into the rain!
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| Get up, get out into the pouring rain!
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| Down here on Consternation Street
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| It’s just chaos and decay
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| Everyone’s so indiscrete, always
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| The word’s not love, it’s disarray
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| Get up, get up, get out into the rain!
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| Get up, get out into the pouring rain!
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| Get up, get up, get out into the rain!
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| Get up, get out into the pouring rain! |