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Lord Salisbury said to me |
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"Though we spend our lives in isolation |
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Girdled 'round by the Emerald Sea |
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No fear shall we know". |
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Look away, look away, look away |
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To the lamp-lit square |
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At the ebb of May |
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Look away, look away, look away |
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For our survival |
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Lord Salisbury takes his time |
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The government sits in contemplation |
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All is ordered and in its prime |
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No fear shall we know |
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Look away, look away, look away |
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To the fog-bound ship in the icy bay |
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Look away, look away, look away |
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For our survival |
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On the mantelpiece is a silver clock |
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And it counts the hours and they won't turn back |
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The evening set and the room forgets |
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The day that went before |
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And through my window |
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Iron wheels on a cobbled mews |
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You will know changes soon |
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Lord Salisbury reads the news |
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And puts the paper on the table |
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Many paths will be ours to choose |
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No fear shall we know |
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Look away, look away, look away |
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To the fleets of steel and the waves of grey |
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Look away, look away, look away |
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For our survival |
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The Queen is old but she lingers still |
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Like the fading ring of a distant bell |
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And Oscar Wilde in his prison cell |
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Laments a brighter day |
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And in some window a red flag flies |
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In a meeting room |
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You will know changes soon |
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Lord Salisbury said to me |
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"Though we spend our lives in isolation |
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Girdled 'round by the Emerald Sea |
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No fear shall we know". |
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Look away, look away, look away |
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To the lonesome cry of the modern day |
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Look away, look away, look away |
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For our survival |
