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There's something wrong somewhere here |
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So through unclean streets |
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I made my way |
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With holes in my shoes |
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And my children asleep at my feet |
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I paid my way |
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In every town on the way |
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The people looked grey |
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The buildings looked healthy |
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But one day |
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I met a man |
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With money to spare |
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He said he would tell me how it is |
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The state he began |
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Has been propping up people too long |
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For far too long |
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We all got lazy and couldn't be bothered |
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To make our way through the world |
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But we are all bourgeois now |
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Once there was class war |
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But not any longer |
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Because baby we are all bourgeois now |
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So go out and make your way in the world |
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We're free to choose |
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We're all free to choose |
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We're all free to choose |
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We're free to choose |
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In booming britain we all work together |
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To raise ourselves in the world |
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Each of us knows someone |
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Who has done well for themselves |
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So well for themselves"thank you" |
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I said as |
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I leftI'll be on my way |
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I see how it is |
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We are all bourgeois now |
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And somehow |
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I'll raise myself in the world |
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I'm free to choose |
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We're all free to choose |
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We're all free to choose |
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I'm free to choose |
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We're all bourgeois now |
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We're all bourgeois now |
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We're bourgeois now |