| And when the nation gives its keys
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| To the operation’s dreams
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| Like we’ve been given some new master…
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| And when we closed our eyes at night
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| Waking up to some surprise
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| Like the world was in a new disaster
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| In a pole against the leaves
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| Like that fucker’s burning dreams
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| The world was spinning so much faster then
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| Well all is not lost and art is not lost
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| You could never change us, bastard
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| We’ve got a burning fire inside
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| There’s no more wearing this disguise
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| We’ll hold a fist up high to flick this bastard (away)
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| And in a pole against the leaves
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| Like that fucker’s burning dreams
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| The world is in a new disaster (again)
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| Well all is not lost and art is not lost
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| You could never change us, bastard
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| All is not lost and art is not lost
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| You could never change us, bastard
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| All is not lost and art is not lost
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| You could never change us, bastard
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| You could never change us, bastard
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| You could never change us, bastard |