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(Sullivan/Nelson)
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It seems strange to write about these things now
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but the time has probably come when we should
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accept whatever is past and gone and never will return . . .
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Looking back to the beginning
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I see a flood of painful memories
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and the bitter hurt and wounded pride that comes with our defeat
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We set out with our heads held high -
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so sure our ground, our righteousness,
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the new Jerusalem to be built with love and guts and truth
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But in the end we surrendered easily.
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It's no use pretending otherwise . . .
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well most of us had a little something to lose, enough to break our nerve
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Well some of us made an easy peace and moved into the Brave New World;
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it's hard for the true believers to look back now and realise
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that for many of the crowd it was just the fashion, the cause of the moment,
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well we if anyone should know that you can look pretty dumb standing in last year's clothes
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And some of us, shellshocked still,
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ran for shelter and do the rituals
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the same old way pretending that someone out there cares
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And some of us live in the modern world.
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We give unto Caesar what is due
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and harbour the bitterness of defeat and daydreams of revenge . . .
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Now nothing you see out there is real,
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It matters not what you believe in.
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It matters less what you say but only what you are.
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It matters what you are. It matters what you are.
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