| Heard the story of the world last night
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| Where the kids don’t read, and the kids don’t write
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| Where the girls don’t sing, and the boys don’t fight
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| And no-one believes anything
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| Shut my eyes and I took myself there
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| Threw off my shoes, felt the wind in my hair
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| Put down my drink, and pulled up a chair
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| Felt the sun go down on me
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| We’re drinking holy water
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| Sleep with your sons and daughters
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| Dance in the english rain
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| And it won’t be the same
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| No rest for the wicked
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| No peace for the crooked
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah, nothing left for me
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| Took a chance and joined the circus game
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| And I left town with all the friends that I made
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| You always said it would be the same
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| And I came back for you
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| Woke up and you were standing there
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| Cut off jeans and bright blonde hair
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| Something about you made them stare
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| Like you were someone new
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| We’re drinking holy water
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| Sleep with your sons and daughters
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| Dance in the english rain
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| And it won’t be the same
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| No rest for the wicked
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| No peace for the crooked
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah, nothing left for me
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| We’re drinking holy water
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| Sleep with your sons and daughters
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| Dance in the english rain
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| And it won’t be the same
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| No rest for the wicked
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| No peace for the crooked
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah, nothing left for me |