| I’ve swept the floors of all my kings
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| I’ve opened doors and let the tourists in
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| Days of wine and roses
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| Prime ministers, red robes
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| These days are gone
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| I’ve stood on guard as my Queens were born
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| I’ve cut the grass on many English lawns
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| Of strawberries and ice cream
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| Of cricket and cold beer
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| These days
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| London Tower’s burning. |
| Parliament’s ablaze
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| Buckingham Palace has gone
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| Somewhere in the distance my darling she’s a crying
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| I should be by her side
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| This is the day the ravens left the tower
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| This is the day the ravens fly away
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| Fly away, fly away
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| Fly away, fly away
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| Fly away
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| I’ve stood on the Changing of the Guards
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| To the Bloody Tower watching the Crown Jewels
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| A penny for the guy sir?
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| Will you vote left or right?
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| These days
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| London Bridge is falling
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| St. Pauls Cathedral bums
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| The tower blocks are gone
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| Somewhere in the distance my darlings she’s a crying
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| I should be by her side
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| This is the day the ravens left the tower
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| This is the day the ravens fly away
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| Fly away, fly away (fly away)
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| Fly away, fly away (fly away)
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| Fly away, fly away (fly away)
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| Fly away, fly away
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| And if I live to see the dawning of the day
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| I hope I’m in your arms as we get swept away
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| Oh darling I will be home soon
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| Darling I will be home soon
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| (Ring a ring a roses, a pocket full of posies
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| Atishoo, Atishoo, we all fall down) |