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The break of day has come, I see the cracks have just begun |
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To line the walls, line the walls |
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I want to see the little girls and boys destroy their toys |
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And line the walls, line the walls |
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What a fate for little girls |
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British boys minds in a whirl |
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Tell you things that'll make your curls |
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Straighten out, straighten out |
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Straighten out, straighten out |
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I'm twenty years or more, just tell me what we're living for |
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So tell me now, tell me now |
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Frustrated intellect, the government capitulation |
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Follows now, follows now |
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What a fate for little girls |
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British boys minds in a whirl |
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Tell you things that'll make your curls |
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Straighten out, straighten out |
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Straighten out, straighten out |
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The break of day has come, I see the cracks have just begun |
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To line the walls, line the walls |
|
I want to see the little girls and boys destroy their toys |
|
And line the walls, line the walls |
|
What a fate for little girls |
|
British boys minds in a whirl |
|
Tell you things that'll make your curls |
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Straighten out, straighten out |
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Straighten out, straighten out |
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Straighten out, straighten out |
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Straighten out, straighten out |
