| There’s a couple sunbathing on a freshly mown lawn in England
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| It’s a house with a view and all you see is green and blue for miles
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| The local vicar has pretended that the church is well attended this morning
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| As he wanders without purpose to the Sunday service he smiles
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| Oh-ho! |
| What a beautiful morning
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| Oh-ho! |
| What a beautiful day
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| Oh-ho! |
| What a sickening feeling
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| It took this long to make it, now we’re throwing it away
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| Now, I was told not to play with fire
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| I said, look out church the flames grow higher
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| I said, watch those flames lick that spire
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| I said, look our church the falmes grow higher
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| (The world’s on fire)
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| There’s a curtain closed early in an upstairs room in England
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| There’s a couple misbehaving when they should’ve been praising Sunday
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| And there’s a bounce in a walk and the neighbours stop to talk for hours
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| And when eyebrows are raised at the next song of praise come Monday
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| Oh-ho! |
| What a beautiful morning
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| Oh-ho! |
| What a beautiful day
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| Oh-ho! |
| What a sickening feeling
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| It took this long to make it, now we’re throwing it away
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| Now, I was told not to play with fire
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| I said, look out church the flames grow higher
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| I said, watch those flames lick that spire
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| I said, look our church the falmes grow higher
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| (The world’s on fire)
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| The world’s on fire! |