| We ran up Constitution Hill
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| Like we would never stop
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| We didn’t know we were landfill
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| And we’d never reach the top
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| Let’s march to the docks and let’s cry
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| They’re changing the locks on our lives
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| Every day another dream dies on us
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| We took it all for granted
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| They took it all away
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| The have-it-alls have it in Hampstead
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| The have-nones always pay
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| So march to the docks and let’s cry
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| Stop changing the locks on our lives
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| Every day another dream dries on us
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| Another dream dies
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| When the wicked witch blows
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| We’ll be delivered from evil
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| Then our children are evil
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| When you are bound to nothing
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| You’re bound to everyone
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| So I’d rather lose myself with you
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| Than be saved alone long gone
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| Let’s march to the docks and let’s cry
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| They’re changing the locks on our lives
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| Every day another dream dies on us
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| So march to the docks and let’s cry
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| Stop changing the locks on our lives
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| Every day another dream dies on us |