| Welcome to this empty ministry of plenty
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| As I’m sure you know
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| We’re clearly on display here
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| To remind you should you stray from here
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| Or decide to roam
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| Dossers dream of gossamer
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| And kissing with tongues
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| Well, they’re falling in love with anyone
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| Races from all places through all from under one sun,
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| well it sure was no fun
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| So I got up and ran, ran, ran from Mungo City
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| Mungo City- Where are you?
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| You make us grey when skies are blue
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| Mungo City, in the sky
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| Keeps a watchful eye on you and I Don’t think you’re even thinking
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| Even though you’re thinking: keep it underground
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| They’re sending out distress codes
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| And playing with you’re mind though
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| You won’t hear a sound
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| Nazis in the Japanese cars from Japan
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| Well, they’re falling in love if only they can
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| I’m telling you the tribesman wouldn’t stand for this, man
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| Well, it sure was no scam
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| So I got up and ran, ran, ran from Mungo City
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| Mungo City- Where are you?
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| You make us grey when skies are blue
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| Mungo City, in the sky
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| Keeps a weather eye on you tonight |