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In the Western World |
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I wake my days, look at the world |
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How it laughs at a man who can have no place |
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Put on a smile, into the streets |
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How they ache for the smell of a sunny field |
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But still machines, they grind |
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And life is harder now than it has been before |
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They say you're mad, look at the wealth |
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In the western world for a boy with brains |
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Please come with us, we'll buy your soul |
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With the privilege of a chosen few |
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And so machines, they grind |
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And life is harder now than it has been before |
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Jungle Lore |
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We came away from the sea |
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There was you, there was me, there were others |
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We made a home on the land |
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Where we found we could stand in the sunlight |
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Nearly there, nearly there |
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We fought for life in the gap |
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Where we found we'd a knack for survival |
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All forms of life were controlled |
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They were bought, they were sold, they were smothered |
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Nearly there, nearly there |
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If life is a plight in a jungle fight |
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Must we now turn on our brothers? |
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If life is a case of strong and weak |
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Will the strong now devour all the others? |
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Or themselves? |
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There is no room anymore |
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Nowhere left to escape, no evasion |
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There is no choice anymore |
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We must now learn to live with each other |
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Or implode, or implode |
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If life is a plight in a jungle fight |
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Must we now turn on our brothers? |
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If life is a case of strong and weak |
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Will the strong now devour all the others? |
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Or themselves? |
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Hey look at the race: |
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I wonder who is winning? |
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I wonder if they know it doesn't mean a thing? |
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Hey look at the pace: |
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Stability is spinning |
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But then it doesn't matter to a clown |
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A clown |
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Coming Back |
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A knight in arms, a knight in dark |
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As he turns we are digested |
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A face lit up, beyond despairing |
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This voice that was rejected |
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Give it back to the shores of Albion |
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Where the mills were first abused |
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Give it back to the folk in search of hope |
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Give it back the will to live |
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A strange recluse, this thought elusive |
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We cheated with excuses |
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Amid the rush of evil forces |
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Abusing our resources |
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Coming back the tide that can't be stopped |
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The wheels that always roll |
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Coming back beyond the eyes of greed |
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Coming back inside your soul |
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A nearer man was never feared |
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Than the one who is within you |
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The voice you heard before you died |
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As your mind was most receptive |
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Coming back from below through all these years |
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At last I hear the bells |
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Coming back with winds that fill the sails |
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Of rags, defeat and fools |
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Coming back the tide that can't be stopped |
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The wheels that always roll |
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Coming back with winds to fill the sails |
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Of rags, defeat and fools |
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Western World Reprise |
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instrumental |