| They say this fair city has ten thousand souls
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| Some live in mansions
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| And some live in holes
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| Some eat from silver
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| And some eat from gold
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| Some sift through garbage
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| And sleep in the cold
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| I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
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| I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
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| A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
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| An old English church yard and an old English dream
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| Once we had a country
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| And thought it so fair
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| If you look through the mirror
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| You can still find it there
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| But now our great country
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| Is broken and torn
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| And all of its promise
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| And liberties worn
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| I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
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| I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
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| A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
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| An old English church yard and an old English dream
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| I saw a great plain in winter
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| All covered in snow
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| Ten thousand soldiers
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| That marched to and fro
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| I saw a broken down building
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| With ten thousand doors
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| But none of them open
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| And none of them yours
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| I saw a great highway that stretched to the stars
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| I saw a deep river all choked up with cars
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| A babe in a cradle and a cat with the cream
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| An old English church yard and an old English dream |