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If you don't like lying in the sun you might as well not be here |
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What's the point of always working? |
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Shut your eyes and let the colours come |
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And blot out all the black and white and dirty grey and damp and dust and dry rot in the roof |
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On the beach we lit a fire a Frenchman gave us wine and whiskey |
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Out to sea the British navy |
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Keeps an eye on foreign shipping |
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To keep us safe from war the hope of which is all that keeps our soldiers sleeping through the night |
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If you don't like lying in the sun you might as well not be here |
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Let the sea come up and cover you |
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You will feel a new dimension |
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Like sleeping on a feather bed and dreaming of a world in which you do not have to work |
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You suffer, you cry |
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You labour, you die |
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Things will change, Time Will Tell |
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Things will change, Time Will Tell |
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In the courtyard children play |
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In their lives, the sun is shining through |
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They'll all be socialists, atheists |
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They'll all be, scientists, humanists |
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Egalitarian, vegetarian, internationalists |
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They'll all be mystics, they'll all be gods |
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They'll all be famous, they'll all be sods |
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Things will change, Time Will Tell |
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Things will change, Time Will Tell |
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For what you want to be, you must try to be |
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You will all be free |
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Things will change, Time Will Tell |
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Things will change, Time Will Tell |
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For what you want to be, you must try to be |
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You will all be free |
