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Dead dreams, dead dreams fly flags |
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Flapping in the breeze, wave your colored rags |
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Hard times, were they ever any better |
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Maybe never ever |
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The slogan will take you like lemmings to the cliff |
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You'll feel better than ever, and into the abyss |
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Ha! Ha! Haha! |
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Hard times were they ever any better |
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Every crack every crevice will be sanitised |
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There'll be no more war there'll be no more choice |
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And those behind you - Should go live elsewhere |
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Spies everywhere - You put the poison in the air |
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Hard times, were they ever any better |
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Maybe never ever |
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The words cry for help - But the music says, |
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no |
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Every sentence a siege of national pride |
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Hard times, were they ever any better, maybe |
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And I - I won't answer the call |
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I don't like khaki, I won't wear your uniform. |
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There'll be no more war, there'll be no more choice |
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There'll be no more war, there'll be no more choice |
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Hard times were they ever any better. |
