If Queen Boadicea is long dead and gone
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Still then the spirit
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In her children's children's children
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It lives on
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If you've lost your faith in love and music
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Oh the end won't be long
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Because if it's gone for you then I too may lose it
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And that would be wrong
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You know I've tried so hard to keep myself from falling
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Back into my bad old ways
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And it chars my heart to always hear you calling
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Calling for the good old days
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Because there were no good old days
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These are the good old days
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It's not about, tenements and needles
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And all the evils in their eyes
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And the backs of their minds
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Daisy chains and school yard games
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And a list of things we said we'd do tomorrow
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A list of things we said we'd do tomorrow
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The arcadian dream has all fallen through
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But the Albion sails on course
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So lets man the decks and hoist the rigging
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Because the pig mans found the source
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And theres twelve rude boys on the oars
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The Good Old Days
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| The Libertines |
