| Once again I’m in trouble with my only friend
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| She is papering the window panes
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| She is putting on a smile
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| Living in a glasshouse
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| Once again packed like frozen food and battery hens
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| Think of all the starving millions
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| Don’t talk politics and don’t throw stones
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| Your royal highnesses
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| Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
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| Well of course I’d like to stay and chew the fat
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| Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
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| But someone’s listening in Once again we are hungry for a lynching
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| That’s a strange mistake to make
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| You should turn the other cheek
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| Living in a glasshouse
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| Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
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| Well of course I’d like to stay and chew the fat
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| Well of course I’d like to sit around and chat
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| Only, only, only, only, only, only, only
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| Only, only, only, only, only, only
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| There’s someone listening in |