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In a word it's a dream |
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The way it's always been |
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And we're not giving it back |
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No they're not taking it back |
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No consequences in dead presidents |
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Or pictures of the queen |
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The way it's always been |
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What can the matter be? |
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We're in love with everything |
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It's knowing quite where to begin |
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And I don't think things look that grim |
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'Cos we've never had it so |
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In love with everything |
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It's knowing quite where to begin |
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No I don't think things look that grim, |
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'Cos we've never had it so good. |
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Where money's God and ours is not |
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We'll suffer sanity |
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And we're not taking it back |
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No they're not giving it back. |
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Our good is lame, their bad is fame |
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It's just a circle game. |
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That's regularity, what can the matter be? |
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Oh it's swell, it's swell. |
