| May I walk you home tonight,
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| On this fine and lovely night tonight —
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| We’ll walk past the luscious houses,
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| Through rolling lawns and lovely flowers —
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| Our nice new town where the curtins are drawn
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| Where hope is started and dreams can be borne.
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| Let us share our insanity
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| Go mad together in Community
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| Boys on the corner looking for their supper
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| Boys round the green looking for some slaughter —
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| We used to chase dreams now we chase the dragon
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| Mine is the semi with the Union Jack on.
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| In our paradise lost we’ll be finding our sanity
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| In this paradise found we’ll be losing our way —
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| For a brave new day.
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| May I slash my wrists tonight,
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| On this fine Conservitive night tonight —
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| I was looking for a job so I came to town
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| I easily adopt when the chips are down —
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| I read the ad about the private schemes
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| I liked the idea but now I’m not so Keyne. |