| God would weep if he existed
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| And he saw what man can do to man
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| He’d think that we were twisted
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| His unblinking eye would blink and then
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| He’d say not in my name you don’t
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| You stupid little men
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| With your arrogance and ignorance
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| You do it time and time again
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| And I
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| I must be getting old
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| There’s a fire and a fury
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| Driven deep into my soul
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| It’s the helplessness that comes
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| From being under your control
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| And everything is broken
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| We got the High Street full of holes
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| The High Street’s full of holes
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| High Street’s full of holes
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| Five million cameras stare at us
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| They treat us like we’re fools
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| Our privacy is meaningless
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| We’re suffocating by ten thousand rules
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| This Kingdom’s not united
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| Just a complicated mess
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| Are we in Europe, half in Europe, not in Europe
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| We’re soulless, spineless, directionless
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| And I
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| I must be getting old
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| There’s a fire and a fury
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| Driven deep into my soul
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| It’s the helplessness that comes
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| From being under your control
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| And everything is broken
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| And everything is broken
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| Why send our young men out to die
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| In wars that we don’t understand
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| Why on earth should we be meddling
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| In places like Afghanistan
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| The price is much too high
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| In terms of money or our precious men
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| Your reasons are mysterious
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| And quite beyond ken
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| And I
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| I must be getting old
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| There’s a fire and a fury
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| Driven deep into my soul
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| It’s the helplessness that comes
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| You even sold our gold
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| And everything is broken |