| Your heart’s just missed another beat
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| The ground’s still moving neath your feet
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| Your mouth is dry, your eyes are sore
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| There is nothing certain anymore
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| You thought that History was dead,
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| Well it’s just whacked you on the head
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| It took your money, and you’re right
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| It’s coming back to take your pride
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| Golden days are just a memory
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| But that’s all right cos the market is still free,
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| The market’s free.
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| Survival of the fittest is a swizz
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| Law of the jungle is what it is
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| I hope you still think it’s OK
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| Now it’s you who are the prey
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| Golden days are just a memory
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| But that’s all right cos the market is still free,
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| The market’s free.
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| Free marketeers were on a roll
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| Rolling in silver and in gold
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| But then the market grew too cold
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| So they held out the begging bowl
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| Golden days are just a memory
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| But that’s all right cos the market is still free,
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| The market’s free.
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| You thought that History was dead
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| You thought that History was dead |