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Beggars taxing cigarettes
But they can't make us pay off our debt
A royal portrait of our neglect
Who made that man our subject?
His glazed eyes see my stomach roll
Alcohol has taken its toll
The divide is out of control
He didn't dig himself this hole
No it doesn't have to be like this
I'm sick with our prejudice
It's a lucky country for some
We run from the damage we've done
Freewheeling in amnesic bliss
Communication's gone amiss
And though I'm fearful for the damage to come
One day we can live as one
Sell them papers: deal is done
Then we'll welcome their their son
They'll sell newspapers if a war is won
Who even knows why it's begun?
So much hope, yet so much waste
So much for leading with good grace
It's not a race, please curb your haste
Nothing to lose, there is no race
No it doesn't have to be like this
I'm sick with our prejudice
It's a lucky country for some
We run from the damage we've done
Freewheeling in amnesic bliss
Communication's gone amiss
And though I'm fearful for the damage to come
One day we can live as one
One day we'll steer the wheel together
One day we'll steer the wheel together
One day we'll steer the wheel together
One day we'll all exist together
No it doesn't have to be like this
It never has to be like this
It's a lucky country for some
We run from the damage we've done
Freewheeling in amnesic bliss
Communication's gone amiss
And though I'm fearful for the damage to come
One day we can live as one
One day we'll steer the wheel together
One day we'll steer the wheel together
One day we'll steer the wheel together
One day we will exist together
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