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It's a long walk to the gallows |
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It's a small step to swing free |
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The crying in the tower |
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For my conspirators and me |
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Gunpowder and modem |
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And a dream of liberty |
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And then they'll tell you, ' |
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Don't try this at home' |
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Oh yes they'll tell you, ' |
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Don't try this at home' |
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If you walk on the beach with |
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King Canute |
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You'll be walking back alone |
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Tonight he'll dine on oysters |
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While we fall like green acorns |
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We'll be putting down our roots |
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Right in the centre of the storm |
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Oh but they'll tell you, ' |
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Don't try this at home' |
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Oh yes they'll tell you, ' |
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Don't try this at home' |
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The cry of gulls |
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The hum of streets |
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The buzz of phones |
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The march of feet |
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We'll meet tonight |
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To draw up plans, exclamations, ampersands |
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Somewhere across the water |
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They're storming palace gates |
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Scared of the moth-flame metaphor |
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We fall asleep and wait |
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Singing for a future but the chorus comes too late |
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Because they'll tell you, ' |
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Don't try this at home' |
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Oh yes they'll tell you, ' |
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Don't try this at home' |
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Don't, don't, don't, don't (Repeats) |
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Don't try this at home (Repeats) |
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Try this at home (Repeats) |
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So we're coming to the last dance |
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I've got another request |
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With your best foot forwarext-align:center; d |
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We'll lay this ghost to rest(Repeats) |
