| Ah well, that’s this world over
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| Ah well, next one begins
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| Will you smile like any mother
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| As you bathe your brand new twins?
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| Will you sing about the missiles
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| As you dry odd numbered limbs?
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| Ah well, that’s this world over
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| Ah well, next one begins
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| Ah well, that’s this world over
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| You sadly grin
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| Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land
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| About their leader with the famous face?
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| Will you tell them that the reason nothing ever grows
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| In the garden anymore
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| Because he wanted to win the craziest race
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| That’s this world over
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| Will you smile like any father
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| With your children on a Sunday hike?
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| When you get to a sea of rubble
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| And they ask «What was London like?»
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| You tell them:
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| Will you tell them about that far off and mythical land
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| And how a child to the virgin came?
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| Will you tell them that the reason why we murdered
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| Everything upon the surface of the world
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| So we can stand right up and say we did it in his name?
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| That’s this world over
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| Or so it seems
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| That’s this world over
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| The end of dreams
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| That’s this world over, over, over and out |