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For the world to sing |
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This is for the world to sing |
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So pleased to see you here |
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Come right inside |
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To this celebration of |
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The fact that we're alive |
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Not much that one can do |
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To right all the wrongs |
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All we can offer is |
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That humble song |
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Here come the winds of war |
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The sport of kings |
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There's nothing much at stake |
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Just everything |
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But when you break it down |
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It's all the same |
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One gets the Nobel Prize |
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The other one gets the blame |
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Can you feel the fall? |
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Can you feel at all? |
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This is for the world to sing |
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It all falls down the end begins |
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Can you feel the fall? |
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Can you feel at all? |
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Now this is all and everything |
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There's nothing else that we can give |
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For the world to sing |
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This a dangerous place |
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Greedy as well |
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The world's got expensive taste |
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and it's hungry as Hell |
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It bites with razor blades |
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While it - eats you alive |
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It chews you up and spits you out |
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Right before your eyes |
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Can you feel the fall? |
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Can you feel at all? |
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This is for the world to sing |
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It all falls down the end begins |
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Can you feel the fall? |
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Can you feel at all? |
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Now this is all and everything |
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There's nothing else that we can give |
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For the world to sing |
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For the world to sing |
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This is for the world to sing |
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So pleased to see you here |
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Come right inside |
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To this celebration of |
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The fact that we're alive |
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Not much that one can do |
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To right all the wrongs |
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All we can offer is |
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That humble song |
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For the world to sing |
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Yeah this is for the world to sing |
