| Let’s take a trip around the world,
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| See what you can see.
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| Don’t talk too much, I wonder where you are.
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| Let’s all laugh at the sea,
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| Such a salty means.
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| The sand it crunches underneath our feet.
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| I can’t believe it’s you,
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| Follow us around.
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| Hoping for our scraps just like a dog.
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| M.I.A is a good dog,
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| Just like a little flea.
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| Hopping all around and round our feet.
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| Pretending that we see
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| The urchins in the street,
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| Their bleeding as they toss us to our knees.
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| I can’t believe it’s me,
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| I used to be right next to them
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| And now it’s like I never knew their names.
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| Pretending that we see
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| The urchins in the street,
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| Their bleeding as they toss us to our knees.
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| Let’s take a trip into this bar,
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| Find what you can find.
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| These oceans are the blind leading the blind.
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| Feature is the break,
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| Broken down our feet,
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| And we are marching right into the sea.
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| I can’t believe it’s me,
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| Follow you around.
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| Hoping for your scraps just like a dog.
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| You are not a good dog,
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| Just like a tiny tick,
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| Falling up and down and down this trick.
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| Pretending that we see
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| The urchins in the street,
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| Their bleeding as they toss us to our knees.
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| I can’t believe it’s me,
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| I used to be right next to them
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| And now it’s like I never knew their names.
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| Pretending that we see
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| The urchins in the street,
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| Their bleeding as they toss us to our knees.
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| You are so over zealous.
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| Pick up your sticks and tell us
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| What verse you want to hear
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| As you pass by.
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| Crescendo is a bit too loud now,
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| toss of the coin, turn your hats round,
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| fall into your pockets dear and come along.
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| There’s a town way down that I want to see,
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| Caring not the path down into the street.
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| There’s a man selling wares from his suitcase yes!
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| Hold it up to the light and I’m screaming now.
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| You can laugh, you can tease but we’re going west,
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| To our neighbours yard inside clarence.
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| To the city or the next bazaar,
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| It’s a wonder that we are alive at all.
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| Pretending that we see
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| The urchins in the street,
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| Their bleeding as they toss us to our knees.
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| I can’t believe it’s me,
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| I used to be right next to them
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| And now it’s like I never knew their names.
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| Pretending that we see
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| The urchins in the street,
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| Their bleeding as they toss us to our knees.
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| I can’t believe it’s me,
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| I used to be right next to them
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| And now it’s like I never knew their names. |