| Hold hands with the person to your right
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| Hold hands and try to look sincere-o
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| Tell them, though you don’t know their name
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| That you still can feel their pain
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| Yeah you still can feel their pain
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| We’ll sing «Jerusalem"now boys
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| As we build a land fit for zeros
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| It’s all that I can do to stop
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| Fake tears from welling up Fake tears from welling up If you thought this was your country
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| You can just forget it You’re too old, you’re too poor
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| You’re too posh
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| You’ll never get in here wearing that my dear
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| Don’t smoke, don’t smack
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| Don’t eat red meat
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| This is a tolerant land fit for zeros
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| And if you’re lost just hear my call
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| «Mediocrity is all. |
| Mediocrity is all»
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| If you thought this was your country
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| You can just forget it You’re too old, you’re too poor
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| You’re too posh
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| You’ll never get in here wearing that my dear
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| The past is all forgotten now
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| This is a young, modern land
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| Fit for zeros
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| And if we fight, it’s only when
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| We’re guaranteed to win
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| And should you, just stray
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| Just hear my call
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| «Mediocrity is all. |
| Mediocrity is all» |