| Run along, go out and play
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| But don’t talk to strangers or stray
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| Your castles shimmer in the summer sun
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| But it’s in the dungeons where your future is hung
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| And is there a heaven, and do we need to pray?
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| And is there a heaven, or can we just pay?
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| They say work is good for you
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| Even that work makes free
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| Some get put on a train
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| And some count the money
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| And is there a heaven, and do we need to pray?
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| And is there a heaven, or can we just pay?
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| Is it up there, above the stars
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| Or can you see it through the bars?
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| Do we have to give all we have got
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| Or can we just pick the lock?
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| And is there a heaven, and do we need to pray?
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| And is there a heaven, or can we just pay?
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| And is there a heaven, someone called God?
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| Is there a heaven, can we bribe the man at the top?
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| Is there a heaven, anymore?
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| Is there a heaven, or have they bolted the door? |