oh my darlings jean and rita
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life couldn't be much sweeter
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swinging all around you see
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what this country's made of me
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until yesterday i'd thought
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the best things in life are bought
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strange when you're led by the nose
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through restaurants in evening clothes
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through restaurants in evening clothes
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but i'm tired of these contradictions
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council roads to revolution
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waves part, on they go
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walking fast, thinking slow
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days don't pass so calmly
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invaded by salvation's army
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if this is all god's given
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well, he could keep the rest
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i said he could keep the, keep the rest
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but all these pennies
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if they came from heaven
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would this mean that all's forgiven?
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i've seen these men and all the women
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in love with everyday living
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stack furniture against the door
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landmine the kitchen floor
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opening windows, pulling strings
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the smell of napalm in the morning
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but if engels came, saved us all
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i doubt he would make housecalls
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somehow i doubt that he would make housecalls
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but if all these pennies
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if they came from heaven
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could karl marx have been mistaken?
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If Pennies Came From Heaven...
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| The Beloved |
