| It was on the stroke of midnight
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| On the final Christmas Eve
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| People all around were saying
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| «What do you believe?»
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| Streets were laid with burnished gold
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| Statues made of chrome
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| Upspoke the wicked messenger
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| «You're welcome to my home»
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| Everything’s going to be alright
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| Everything’s going to be alright
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| Then tempers started flaring
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| As the heat began to rise
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| Fields of corn and rapeseed
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| Turned to dust before their eyes
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| People started blaming
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| The changing weather map
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| The chrome began to tarnish
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| The gold was sold for scrap
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| Everything’s going to be alright
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| Everything’s going to be alright
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| Then just before the end of time
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| The sun began to dim
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| People of the world
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| Began to sing a common hymn
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| The Muslim kissed the Hindu
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| The Hindu kissed the Jew
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| The Jew kissed all the Buddhists
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| And the Christians joined the queue
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| Everything’s going to be alright
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| Everything’s going to be alright |