| The innocent and the poor
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| They’ve got nothing to hide
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| But the rich recite in numbers
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| Their fear resounds in side
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| Children starve by the millions
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| The false of the lame
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| Of the foolish few who knew them
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| Then led them to the shame
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| The king he knights the players
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| They all know the score
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| But nobody told his mistress
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| She was pushing forty-four
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| I don’t want to know
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| Where we’re heading for
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| We don’t have long to go
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| We’ll hear footsteps in the dawn
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| 'Cause it’s just some sort of
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| Crazy ride we’re on
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| The queen she knows the exit
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| She’s been there once or twice
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| Whe her saviour got ostricized
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| For selling free advice
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| And her knight in shining armour
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| Comes sliding through the door
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| Sporting suggestive glances
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| At all the dancers on the floor
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| Well I dreamt all those lonely people
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| I knew them by their names
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| But their faces lost their identity
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| In the fury of the flames
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| They talked in foreign riddles
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| Lik actors on a stage
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| But when the word came they were standing scared
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| Lost in a doomed age |