| All the people on the village green
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| Are gathered 'round their TV screens
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| To hear the government about to speak
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| For solider boys and Jesus freaks
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| They go to heaven on their holidays
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| The congregation hopes and prays
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| They leave their letters in the mailbox
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| For lonely souls they could not save
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| Off and on I used to hear the call
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| But she was just a baby doll
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| And all around them were the holy men
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| Who twist the words of way back when
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| She will kiss the sky and shelter all the world from the rain
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| Put on a record on the jukebox
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| She might dance the night away
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| On and on we go and the rest of the world outside
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| May soon explode and there’s no place we might hide
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| On and on we go and the rest of the world outside
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| May soon explode and there’s no place we might hide
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| On and on we go and we kiss this world
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| Goodbye and on and on and on and on
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| All the people on the village green
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| Are gathered 'round their TV screens
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| To hear the government about to speak
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| For solider boys and Jesus freaks |