| It’s a long long way from here
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| Don’t you worry yourself my dear
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| It’s a long long way from here
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| Drought and famine in tv land
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| Read the sunday papers credit card ina your hand
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| Sing your song of freedom just to ease your troubled mind
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| And save your guilty pennies for the ones you leave behind
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| The burden that you carry from the cradle to the grave
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| Is like a badge of honour that you wear upon your sleeve
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| You make your contribution and you shed a little tear
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| And stage your celebration just to show how much you care
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| You obscure your stolen power with hypocrisy and lies
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| Your talk of understanding is a wafer thin disguise
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| You glorify my image but deny me flesh and blood
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| You radiate with goodness when you here me beg for food
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| Those rivers of blood will flow again
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| Someone changed the lyrics but the song remains the same
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| You can build a wall of protocol to keep the wolves at bay
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| But history dictates that someone has to pay
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| It’s a long long way from here
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| Don’t you worry yourself my dear
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| It’s a long long way from here |