| There’s no entry to your country
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| There’s no entry to your country
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| It’s all yours, go collect
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| All confidence, all self-respect
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| You never sleep, I never dream
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| All joy is just amphetamine
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| There’s no entry to your country
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| There’s no entry to your country
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| You’ve been bad, you’ve been good
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| You’ve been pure Hollywood
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| So clench that fist and grit those teeth
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| All that anger underneath
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| There’s no entry to your country
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| There’s no entry to your country
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| Oh what a loss, oh what a waste
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| What a dreadful aftertaste
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| You kept out pain and misery
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| But most of all you kept out me
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| There’s no entry to your country
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| There’s no entry to your country |