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We are looking in on you now, |
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What do you think you can do now, |
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It's very small from way out here, |
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The last thing you will feel is fear, |
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Give you a chance to do the right thing, |
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Give you a chance to do the bright thing, |
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Now our sense is all disgusted, |
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Where you're from you can't be trusted, |
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Where I come from no-one smiles, |
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Every inch exists in miles, |
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Still it's cool relaxed and calm, |
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Sitting here on the |
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Funny Farm, |
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World in prison screams in pain, |
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There are no leaders you can blame, |
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Human greed destroys your sphere, |
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And there's no room for you out here, |
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You're on your own now. |